"Don't listen to him, John. He's wrong. You're not a nuisance. You're all that I need."

"I know Sherlock. Mycroft just doesn't understand. Maybe someday he will, but he doesn't now. It just means that I have to be more careful around him. That's all."

That's all? That's all? How can you say that? Mycroft kidnapped and nearly killed you and you say that's all? "You're too good for your own good, John." Why can't you be more skeptical of people? Why can't you be the suspicious type of person that thinks everyone's a bad guy? Most people with trust issues do, but you don't and it drives me crazy. No wonder you keep getting kidnapped. It doesn't matter, though. I'll just be suspicious for both of us. I can't lose you again.

"I resent that," you say. "If I think that everyone is bad than I'll never make any friends. I would never have made friends with you."

I guess, then, there is no choice but to allow you to remain as you are. I don't think I would have survived if I never met you. Even if I picked the wrong pill in the Study in Pink case, which I'm still absolutely certain that I didn't, I probably would have gone back to drugs and eventually overdosed or met some criminal that I couldn't handle without you.

"You are no longer allowed out of my sight, John Watson, if you insist on continuing to be so trusting."

"I can't really help my nature." I know John, but that's a good enough reason for me to make you stay with me as much as possible. I know that there's no way that you'll allow me to be with you at all times, but I will make sure to keep an eye on you using my homeless network when you get sick of me and need a break. I will no longer trust Mycroft's surveillance since it is obvious that he will be doing nothing to protect you. In fact, I think that I'll be disabling all the cameras that he took such great pains to hide in my flat. Let that be a lesson to him. He'll reinstall them, but I'll just continue to take them down. I don't need him. I have you. You're all that I need.

Actually, I think that you're more than I need, John. You are the kindest person I have ever met and you take great pains to take care of me. Of course, you're all that I need and more.

"I love you." I didn't mean to say that out loud. Oh God. I wanted to woo you before I told you. I wanted to make sure that you loved me before I threw that at you. Now you're going to hate me. You're going to leave me just like Mycroft said you would.

I can tell by your widened eyes that you're shocked by my confession. I never should have made it. Please don't leave me.

"I love you too." Wait. You do? John you're not lying to me are you? No. You wouldn't lie to me. Especially not about this. You care about true love to waste the words on a lie. No, you must be speaking the truth.

"Do you really love me?"

"Of course." You're using the same tone that you used when I first asked if you really meant it when you said I was amazing. I remember that day and everything about you on that day. I probably would've even without my mind palace because that was one of the best days of my life.

This day will forever be burned into my memory too. How could I ever let myself forget the day that we confessed our feelings to each other? You'll remember this day too, I know. You're much too sentimental for your own good, John, but that's one of the many things that I love about you. I'm going to make sure to be more sentimental towards you from now on too. You deserve it. In fact, as soon as you're allowed to leave this horrid hospital, I'm going to sit and cuddle with you and we can watch whatever you want. Even if it's your crap television shows.

"Sherlock?" What is it? What do you need John. "You were kind of out of it for a moment there. Are you okay?"

Am I okay? Of course I'm okay. You just confessed to me. "Don't be stupid, John."

"Yea, yea," you role your eyes, but there's a smirk on your face that I know means that you're amused. You can't fool me anymore, John. The only reason that you could before was because I was trying so hard not to give you more attention that I do to anyone else. It was a futile attempt, of course, but I do believe that it was a valiant one.

"So are you going to give me a kiss?"

A kiss? Do you want a kiss, John? Or "Is that what they do on your crap TV shows when they confess to each other?"

"Yes," you laugh. Good. I like it when you laugh. "But that's not why I want one now. I would very much like to kiss the great consulting detective, Sherlock Holmes, who just so happened to have saved my life before confessing his love to me."

"Oh." I suppose that is good enough reasoning. Not that I really need it. "I can assure you that said consulting detective is just as eager to kiss his previously missing blogger who confessed to him as well."