"Oh, you again." John said with a glance towards his visitor, proceeding to make himself comfortable in his chair.
Sherlock was shocked. His return from the dead wasn't what he expected. He expected a punch, tears, yelling, but there was none of that. It was like Sherlock's absence hadn't affected John at all. Sherlock knew it was selfish, but he felt a bit hurt. He made his way toward John.
"John? I'm back." he said, feeling the need to clarify. John looked up.
"Well, of course you are. You always come back 'round. Although, I must admit, you look shabbier than usual." he said.
Sherlock didn't understand. He gently laid a hand on John's arm. John jumped out of his chair, his face horrified. He turned back to Sherlock.
"How can you touch me?! You're a figment of my imagination!" John cried. Sherlock's eyes widened in realization.
"John, I'm real." he said sincerely. John kept looking at him while inching his way towards him. Sherlock didn't move. John reached out his hand and touched Sherlock's cheek. John smiled as silent tears ran down his face.
"You're… real?" he asked quietly. Sherlock smiled, eyes watery, and nodded. John suddenly engulfed him in a fierce hug, which Sherlock returned.
"I knew you'd come back." John whispered.
"For you, John, I'll always come back."
Author's Note: So I'm back again with a little bit of sappy post-reichenbach pre-slash with a dash of angst :P My original word count was 373, it was brutal to get it down to 221, but here it is :D Hope you enjoyed :) I'm really into writing these right now, so there will probably be more soon. Suggestions, reviews, and the like are incredibly appreciated!