I saw Hamish walking down the street so I grabbed the sandwich I made for the both of us to share. There was no one in the store so we could just eat on the counter, fuck it why not. Unwrapping it I put his half on a paper plate for him as he endtered "Hey buddy, how was your-"

"I want to live with you," he stopped me with his eyes full of tears. He walked into the back of the shop and threw his backback against the wall.

I quickly followed him, "Hamish whats wrong?" I said more shaky than I thought.

But instead he just cried to himself.

I hugged him and rubbed his back waiting for him to talk when ever he was ready. He cried into my chest and I didn't know what to do because for some reason I was crying too. I had never been this afraid for someone else. "You can tell me whats wrong," I said trying to stay strong.

But he still just held on to me.

I nodded and kissed his head. "Come on." I took a step and grabbed his bag. I closed the shop and took Hamish my home... our home.

I opened the door and a soft piano duet was playing, the pacing was slow but the notes where all there. "Where are we?" Hamish asked, eyes red and drained of energy.

"I got a smaller place, and a flat mate," I explained as we made my way up to my room.

"Who plays piano poorly?" he laughed a bit and wiped his eyes.

"He gives lessons, actually," I explained as the song came to an end and Sherlock gave his notes to his student.

"So you move out of the house you had and move into a flat that you have to share," he started to laugh, "with some boring old man that-"

"John, I was thinking about a painting idea," he said as he entered the room without knocking and taking off his shirt to reveal a tattoo of a skull of a horned animal covered in flowers on his side, I never saw that one before. I mean I havent seen most of them, he has so many. Sherlock turned around, shirtless to see my son sitting on my bed and me blushing. "Oh, hello."

Hamish was at a loss for words, I guess he wasnt expecting this man to be my flatmate. No one was talking because no one really knew what was happening and I was too distracted by the shear beauty of this man to form a thought other than, "Holy fuck."

-JW