A/N: Again, guys, I'm really sorry I didn't update yesterday! But now you'll get two chapters within a half hour, right?
Travelling in the cab beside John, Sherlock stared out the window, a rather angry or upset look on his face.
"I still don't see why we have to do this. There's no point in it," Sherlock complained, his arms crossed.
"Because, Sherlock," John began, trying to explain to him for the twentieth time now why they were donating gifts to the shelter, "there are people out there who need them more than we do, and who'll probably appreciate them more than we will, anyway."
Sherlock softly mumbled something under his breath, but John didn't quite hear it.
"What'd you say, Sherlock?"
But Sherlock only looked down in response, embarrassed.
"Sherlock?"
"I never got any presents when I was a child," he finally repeated, quietly.
And for some reason, when he spoke those words, John's heart just broke for his friend. After all, most of the fun of the holiday was wandering down on Christmas morning, not knowing what to expect. Opening your gifts, only to be even more surprised. The sheer joy on the faces of your friends and family as they opened their gifts and saw you open your own.
"Sherlock, I . . . I'm sorry. I didn't realise."
"Don't bother, John," Sherlock said, still looking down. "It doesn't matter anymore."
"Yes, Sherlock. Yes it does. It matters to me."
Sherlock looked up at John, and he could see John was sincere.
"Thank you, John," Sherlock said.
And John and Sherlock leaned in together, and kissed.
A/N: Again with my Sherlock headcanon. Why am I so mean to him? My poor bby.
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