Still not mine. Sigh
Gluttony
Sherlock wants more. More of John, more of this strange warm feeling and more oh so much more of those brief touches the other gives him. More than just the pat on the 's no way for this burning feeling to ever be sated so all he can do is think more and consume all that he was offered.
Moderation
John knew that it was weird to say that Sherlock was a man of moderation. The man took drugs to the point of overdose, pricked people with his sharp, barbed words, detested the rest of humanity and threw himself at an exciting case like a lunatic but John had realised that was exactly it. Sherlock took his drugs to the point of overdose but never that too far yet. It was a razor thin line, the doctor knew, but it was one his friend seemed to transverse well. He may prick people with his word but John knew from observing the man that he was more than capable of cutting each a everyone of them to their quick but always kept himself in line. his cases absorbing as they are, are held slightly away from the detective. No matter how involved he appeared Sherlock made sure that he was distant enough to solve them. The thing that Sherlock took the most care to stay in moderation was humanity. The man needed them, for his cases, his food, his rides but he kept his contact with them as minimal as possible lest it leads to the careful balance he has with the rest of his carefully moderated life being destroyed.
Say continue and I shall. If it's as big a pile of crud as I suspect then I apologise for inflicting my ramblings on you. :)