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Sherlock worried his lip, taking glances at John when he thought he wasn't looking. How was one supposed to express interest in another? Especially, one who was heterosexual? Admittedly, Sherlock saw John lingering on Lestrade and as much as that pained him, Sherlock agreed Lestrade was pleasing to the eye.
Discovering his feelings, Sherlock had done everything he could not to broadcast his thoughts, exasperating John and panicking Sherlock.
"Sherlock?" John asked. He was standing close. Sherlock's eyes widened as he scrambled backwards into his chair. "You needn't be so formal when you want to date someone," John said and kissed Sherlock soundly.
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