John, if convenient please meet me at 221B Baker St in an hour. I am incredibly sorry.
SH
John stared down at the text, his heart hammering. Mrs Hudson had left two hours earlier after a lengthy talk on Sherlock's appearance to John. Mrs Hudson had convinced him to give Sherlock a chance to make it up to him, to explain fully. She believed it had been just as painful for Sherlock as it had been for John. John doubted this, but agreed that maybe he should let Sherlock have a chance. After all, hadn't John been wishing for Sherlock to be alive for over a year?
Checking his watch and quickly estimating that it would take about half an hour to get to his old place of residence, John got ready properly for the first time in months. He showered, chose his favourite jumper, ironed his jeans and even gave his hair a bit of a comb. He wasn't entirely sure why he felt the need to put effort into his looks for Sherlock, but continued to do so anyway.
John grabbed his jacket and looked over his barren flat, the cold and emptiness of it sending a shiver through his body. With butterflies in his stomach, he left the flat to head towards 221B Baker Street.