Nothing is mine.
A companion piece to Summer.
Sherlock couldn't care less about the passing of time. But, Sherlock loved winter. The season made it a legitimate reason to pull out his heavy coat, the soft cashmere scarf and the supple leather gloves.
John joked that this was his standard uniform; his armor against the world and what it threw at him. Sherlock blinked at his flatmate before covering his expression.
John wasn't wrong.
Sherlock long since learned to develop a thick skin, a deaf ear and a blind eye to the world. Since John joined him, Sherlock began to relax, to actually feel without the winter armour.
Thank you for reading.