It's been a busy couple of weeks. Finding the flat. Setting the lease. Saying goodbye to Baker Street and Mrs. Hudson. He promises to visit. The doctor means to, really. But she still looks slightly dubious at his words. Gemma insists he will prove her wrong. But right now, they are just laying in their bed. Their bed. The only thing that they had bothered to unpack and properly set up.

It's a lazy Saturday. Which the doctor thinks is odd because by all rights shouldn't be. Based mainly on the fact that most of their stuff is still in the boxes that litter every imaginable surface in the, now their, almost too spacious flat. But this is the first time they've done this; just being in each other's presence in the morning. Not having to get up and rush back to their own flats to dress in a fresh set of clothes only to rush on to work. Sure, there had been weekends where they laid in bed, but over those always hung the thought that sooner or later one of them would have to rouse themselves and return to their respective place.

Well, they wouldn't have to deal with that anymore.

"It's nice that you know how to be in a day-to-day relationship," she pauses, choosing her words. "It's something that most people don't think of when they're starting to be with someone, but it's those little things you deal with daily that make a life." John smiles at this, running a hand down the naked of her back.

"Well, I've been out of practice but-"

"No, you haven't."

His hand stills. The detective, John's mind supplies immediately. And it does hurt. Still. But. Then Gemma, warm Gemma, kind Gemma. Gemma is kissing his neck, her small breaths tickling the skin beneath his ear. And the pain is lessened, the distance from that time of solace and loss is lengthened, if only by a little. He won't forget Sherlock. He's come to terms with that knowledge. How could you forget a man like that? His former best friend Sherlock Holmes. But the detective turned down a darkened alley with a spring in his step that John would never hope to follow. And he's not settling, no. And Sherlock made his choice, his stupid choice, but it was importantly his choice. And he will have to live with that for the rest of his life. And right now it does hurt. But John can see a time in the future where it won't. He can see a life where he's moved on, and it's a good life.

"...I suppose you're right.