John smiled more and more as he read the letter. First with relief that Sherlock had finally sent something, then fondly as he told of his "disdain for sentiment", in confusion when he spoke of "signals he did not know how to interpret" and finally one of delight when he at last came out and asked "John Watson do you want to be my friend?"
He hurriedly took out some paper and began to scribble out a reply
Sherlock
You are without doubt the most intelligent man I have ever met. Wasn't it Socrates who said he who admits his ignorance is the wisest? It took guts to admit the fact that you struggle with feelings Sherlock and so I'm going to reward those guts with being blatantly obvious. You are my friend Sherlock. I am yours. I have never met you and I am closer to you than I ever was with any of my "mates" at school or even my fellow soldiers. Ours is an odd friendship but still as genuine and valid as any other. So your question should not have been "do you want to be my friend?" it should have been "shall we continue to be friends?" and the answer I give you is an unequivocal yes.
John Watson
