I felt bad for leaving you guys hanging there yesterday, so here's part two. XD If you're reading these backwards, please read Blackberry first.
The front door slammed shut and Sherlock bounded up the stairs. No timid slinking back in, of course not. John stood up, facing Sherlock, fussing with the cuff of his shirt.
"Sherlock, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-"
"John, listen, I didn't know how to-"
The words spilt out in unison, and they both chuckled. Hesitantly, John gestured for Sherlock to continue.
"I don't know how to do this. I know running off wasn't the right thing to do, but I'm lost here. Clueless." he scowled, as if the admission was unpleasant.
"Sherlock, it's fine. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done it. I misread what I thought were signals from you. I thought you wanted it." He stared at the floor, defeated, a hot flush creeping up his neck.
"John..." Something in Sherlock's voice made him look up. "I don't... not... want it." His brow furrowed again, irritated with his inability to express himself. "You just caught me by surprise. As I said, I'm clueless about this. Told myself that I was imagining your interest, that I was the one misreading the clues."
John's heart thundered in his ears as he stared into Sherlock's eyes. "So we're both clots."
"Indeed. Do you think we could try that again?" Sherlock stepped forward and pressed his lips to John's, suddenly bold.