A/n: Hey. So, this is just a short Johnlock fic. I hope you like it. I may add a part 2. 90% chance that'll happen. Hope you enjoy it!

John Watson slowly walked up the stairs of his flat, hearing the faint notes of Sherlock's violin. Sherlock had barely spoken for the last week, ever since the death of Irene Adler. John was worried about his flatmate, but right now, was too exhausted to do much. He stumbled into the flat, grumbled at the experiments on the table, set the kettle to boil, then took a shower. He smelled of vomit and was ready to wash the day away.

When he returned to the kitchen, he noticed that the table was clean, and that Sherlock had made tea for himself and for John, and put his cup by his armchair. Sherlock sat in the chair opposite reading a book.

"Thanks," John mumbled, before flopping into his chair. They sat together in silence for a while, a gentle, relaxing rain pitter-pattering against the windows.

"John," Sherlock began, putting his book down and staring intently at the smaller man. John swallowed nervously. He felt this way whenever Sherlock was focused on him. It wasn't because he feared Sherlock, but because he had feelings for him. You may even say he loved him.

"John," Sherlock repeated. "You know I can deduce almost anything or anyone, including you. And…" Sherlock took a deep breath, and John's heart beat rapidly with anticipation. "Do you love me?"

Sherlock asked this question in many different ways. He asked as a curious friend, as someone who was conducting an experiment, and, just a tiny bit, as someone who hoped he would say yes. John's face was reddening by the second, and Sherlock sincerely hoped he hadn't made a mistake by asking him. John looked down at the mug of tea in his hands, then back up at Sherlock.

"Is this another one of your experiments, Sherlock?" John asked, his voice oddly calm. Sherlock hesitated before answering.

"...A bit, but also I just wanted to kno-"

"SHERLOCK DON'T DO THAT!" John shouted, slamming his fist onto the arm of the chair. "YES, I DO BLOODY LOVE YOU, SO STOP TOYING WITH ME!" John's anger subsided, and he softly said, "I love you, Sherlock, and you just used me for an experiment,"

John stood up and walked up to his bedroom, his hands curled into fists. Sherlock didn't know what to do. He'd hurt his flatmate, his best friend, the person he cared about, and now he had to fix it. But how could he? He only knew a bit about human nature, thanks to John, but when it came to romantic attraction, he was in the dark. Nothing in his mind palace could help him this time.

He sighed and stood up. He ruffled his hair and decided to bring John his tea. He refilled John's mug, and walked up the stairs. He could hear the doctor pacing in his room, although whether he was angry or upset, Sherlock couldn't tell. He knocked on the door and tried to open it, but John had locked it.

"SOD OFF!" John shouted.

"John, I brought you tea, and I wanted to apologise," Sherlock said, hoping John would unlock the door. "I wanted to apologise because..." This was it. Months of confusing feelings and emotions around John, months of waiting for the right time to tell him. Now here he was, a breath away from revealing everything to John. "I wanted to apologise because I love you,"