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"You."
John looked up at Sherlock, everything around them felt like it had frozen in time, John's heart thumped hard in his chest as his brain tried to register what was going on around him, failing completely. The kettle had boiled, need to check that soon, food still needed to be put away, his coat was still on, he'd need to take it off it was warm in here and Sherlock. Sherlock was in love with him.
"I…uh." he responded trying to figure out something to say, but his mind was foggy, hundreds of thoughts flooded him and he could barely get out a decent sentence. "I don't understand, are, um are you sure it's me? Not... Molly or somebody else?."
"I do know my own feelings John, maybe you should just forget all about it." Sherlock muttered shaking his head and walking back in to his room miserably. John didn't move he just watched him go, too afraid to follow him. John walked back to the kitchen and closed his eyes.
"Why me Sherlock?"
As soon as Sherlock had closed his door he instantly regretted it. He wanted to grab John and force him to tell Sherlock what his feelings were, to just give him an idea and tell him that maybe he could actually have a chance, Sherlock tried to shake out the silly fantasies as he glared at the skull "What are you looking at? I did it, what you wanted! And he doesn't even know what to say to me now! It's all your fault."
The skull just stared back at him with an empty gaze, the usual voice Sherlock heard when they talked was gone making the only thing he could hear John. The detective curled into his bed and closed his eyes listening to all the different sounds of his flatmate.
"Now he's taking off his coat, making some tea but only one cup, putting some more food in the fridge, no he's taking food out of it, or maybe just milk? Sounds like something small, and not putting it back suggests that it is food and not milk." Sherlock whispered to himself as picked at the threads on his blankets. "Sitting down on his chair, sounds hesitant about moving, not reading the paper, obviously has something else on his mind, clearly about what just happened."
"Could be thinking about moving? No he'd of looked through the paper for available places, or his laptop, sitting on his chair, means thinking of me, clearly about what just happened, if he sat anywhere else he'd have a worse view of my chair or no view at all, is he thinking about us together? Of course not. Grabbed out his phone, lots of tapping so then he's texting someone, maybe his sister to stay with?, permanently? No, he wouldn't do that again…"
Sherlock continued talked like this until he heard John walk upstairs, he rolled on to his back and stared up at the roof imagining he was seeing John, he frowned when he realised he was right John was going to stay with someone else, he didn't have work that suggests he'll go wherever, making the chance he'll leave London higher, "but he hasn't packed many things at all, he's only packed enough for a night or too, so he will be staying in London."
John packed his overnight bag and walked down the stairs slowly, he looked at Sherlock's door going to tell him where he was going but decided to leave it, not trusting himself to have a conversation with Sherlock until he could sort his head out.
Going out for the night, make sure you eat. JW
Sherlock grabbed his phone quickly and read the text, he couldn't help but smile at John's concern.
Just tonight? SH
Yeah, I don't know what time I'll be back tomorrow. JW
That's fine. SH
John took one look at their flat and hopped in to the cab sighing, he hated the fact that this day had happened, he hated how weak he was for running away, he hated that he was questioning his feeling towards everything now, even worse he hated the fact that Sherlock didn't even want to tell him, he hated that he would have lived with Sherlock his entire life and he wouldn't have even known.
Where will you be? SH
Joel's. JW
Oh good, ask him if he has any cases for me. SH
Sherlock, Lestrade's name is Greg. JW
Then who is Joel? SH
I stayed with him before I left London. JW
Oh the army friend… SH
Listen Sherlock. I've got to go.. JW
John turned off his phone feeling terrible as he did it.
Sherlock sighed at the text I love you He wrote but erased it quickly letting his phone drop from his hands. Sherlock pulled his skull back into the sitting room making it face the wall. "Not hungry John" he muttered walking to the kitchen.
John walked to the door and knocked waiting for a minute or two before noticing that no one was even home, he grabbed the hidden spare key stuck to the top of the letter box and walked in to the house, John shivered as he entered, Joel's house always seemed colder than normal so John turned on the heater and sat on the couch
Joel came back much later then John thought he would that night. He smiled over at John, two boxes of pizza in his arms and sat next to John, opening the top box and sighing contently as he took the weight off his legs. "So what happened?" he asked offering John a slice of pizza.
John took it, looking at the melted cheese. "Sherlock told me he's in love with me."
"And then you came here?" Joel asked looking at John like he's crazy
John nodded. "Well I couldn't stay, we'd stopped talking and well neither of us could find anything to talk about anyways and he did shut himself up in his room." He rambled
"Alright, alright. What did you say to him after he told you?" he asked, he'd never seen his friend like this before.
"I said I didn't understand and asked if he was sure and if he didn't prefer someone else." John answered looking over at Joel and sighing, putting his face in his hands. "Christ I'm an idiot."
"I think he'd agree with that." Joel laughed softly, getting a small smile from John. "So what are you going to do tomorrow?"
"I have absolutely no idea."
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