8. Can't We Just Stay the Same?
"I won't leave you. Seriously, I'll visit plenty."
John was all chipper today and rushing about the flat making sure he was ready to go out to dinner with Mary. He'd meet her while Sherlock was off playing his little magic trick of being dead and she was his saving grace at the time. She'd stayed with him even after all the craziness that was Sherlock had re-entered his life. So John figured now's a good a time as any.
Sherlock watched him from his couch hands pressed together thinking. He'd already made his case to John on why he thought this was an enormously bad Idea, and was thinking of what else to say as John was making his way out the door. Because he wasn't going to be able to find another John.
"I like how things are, but I feel like I need to move on with the rest of my life," John leans over next to Sherlock's chair and gives him a one armed hug, but noticed Sherlock was too lost in his own mind to realise that John had just done so. He chuckled and ruffles his hair affectionately before slipping into a nice coat and leaving to pick up Mary for a wonderful dinner.
"Would you hate me if I asked you to stay with me like this forever?" Sherlock trailed off on the last word realising how dark the flat was and the clearly long gone John had likely already proposed.
Sherlock leaned back in his chair and finally took his hands apart to grip the arms sullenly. "John," Sherlock addressed the air in his usual manner when John wasn't in his vicinity. "Would you have hated me terribly if I were to have asked if you would have stayed? Just for me?"
Alright, this chapter's been a while in the making, Sorry! It's pretty much Sherlock just wants John to stay and be his asexual life partner. Let me know if I made it sad enough.
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~ Rynn Zekio Zusha