A bunch of you suggested this word, I figured it was time to use it.
John absently slides his coffee cup back and forth across the table, staring off into the distance. He's not sure what possessed him to ask Harry out for lunch, but she's been sober for a while now, and he figures it's time to attempt to repair their relationship.
"So where's your gawky asshole boyfriend, then?" Her tone is smug.
"Chrissakes, Harry. He's not my boyfriend, and he's not gawky. Or an asshole." John isn't sure why defending Sherlock's honour is so important to him, but Harry's mocking seems worse than the comments from the yarders, somehow. "And for the record, I'm not gay."
"You say that like it matters, John. Sexuality isn't black-and-white, it's not a switch. Trust me, I'd know." She starts gesturing in the air, as if she's turning on a light. "Gay. Not gay. Gay. Not gay."
John just sighs. It's bad enough getting this from complete strangers, but now family too?
Of course he loves Sherlock. He's completely mad, and hell to live with, but he's also brilliant, funny, unexpectedly kind at times. He makes John feel complete and at peace and alive. That doesn't mean he's in love with him. Does it?
"You're my brother. I want you to be happy. Have you honestly, seriously thought about your feelings towards him? Considered you might be bisexual?"