Short input here for you guys. Just to keep it going. I have a plan for these two men

3 very short months later.

The two men sat in flat 221B. None of them knowing where they were really going with this conversation, this discussion,this talk. There wasn't much to say, other than the obvious. Things were pretty crap right now and that wouldn't change soon. Greg wasn't his usual crisp and clean self, he hadn't been for the last week. He had been a mess. A confused wreck next to breaking point. Sherlock had continued to be Sherlock. With his own shipwreck of devastaion going on in the back of his mind.

Sherlock was the one who started 'I'm saying I was wrong, even after everything' Sherlock gulped just slightly, 'I still feel the same, or have some feeling at least'

'well I'm gonna need more than just some feeling' Greg shot back at him

Sherlock swallowed and looked up at the Detective Inspector from the floor

'I've found work elsewhere, I will take the job if you decide you dont want hits, becausue i cant just do it like you can' Lestrade continued

'How do you know I can just do it' Sherlock questioned, feeling just slightly offended

'Because its you! its just you... you can just go about not feeling anything, well i have feelings and i cant work properly with them being squashed every time i see you, you confuse me, i am confused.. it feels like none of it ever happened' Greg paused 'I knopw you can just go about like nothings happened but try to remember we have lost our baby'

Sherlock now utterly offended snapped back at Greg 'HOW COULD YOU POSSIBLE SAY I DON;T HAVE FEELINGS TOWARDS ANYTHING?! Sherlock bellowed, standing from his chair. I'M SORRY TO CORRECT YOU, MR LESTRADE BUT I CARRIED THAT DAMN THING FOR A LONG TIME, HAD IT, HAD IT CONNECTED TO YOU AND NOW ITS JUST GONE!'

Greg suddenly felt very stupid, ignorant and rude. he felt guilty, he felt sad, he didn't know what to feel first.

'I'm sorry' is all he could say

Sherlock sat back down, regaining composure fairly quickly. clasping his long white fingers together

'I don;t know what to do, I want you to stay, I want things back to the way they were' Greg moaned, rubbing his face with his hands 'I mean we could carry on, like before, but so far it's just been one big mess. He continued '

'It would have had a shit life. ..' Sherlock said softly

'you don't know that, its not like we didn't want each other' Greg sighed 'not like it was that i didn't want anything to do with any of you?'

'yes but how could i look after a baby, it would have meant one or both of our careers would have to end' Sherlock snapped

'Well, I suppose its good to look at the positive outcomes of our first child's death' Greg replied sarcastically

Sherlock suddenly realised he may be sounding insensitive, he knew he'd never be any good at talking about this. His external emotional range wouldn't let him . 'You know I'm not good with this' he replied

'yeah, I know, and its ok. I know where you are coming from in your own messed up head. Greg said, attempting to somehow reassure the taller man

'Where do we even go from here ? Do we just pretend none of it ever happened. .. to pretend. . It all seems so easy. I feel dark. I feel like I will always feel dark' Sherlock pondered out loud'

'Well personally I want to marry you' Greg replied

Shelrocks face drained, even paler than usual, he couldnt move, he tried to shake himself out of it but he had no words, no thought pattern...

'Yep. Im gonna let you have that sink in, but just something for you to think about' Greg continued.

Greg got up from his chair, bent doen, placed a tender kiss onto sherlocks pale cheek, and left the flat