Summary: It is the little things that matter.
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Sherlock never cared about Harry's titles or money – and neither did Harry to be honest. After all, it is the little things that really, really matter. Things like Harry subconsciously reaching out for Sherlock's hand to feel his pulse, or the way he is always just there, and rather than speak words of reassurance Harry would lend his unwavering presence.
Sherlock also appreciates Harry's little kisses and random to strangers yet meaningful touches. Should their hands graze, Harry is saying I love you, never mind them I love you. A touch to the shoulder would be Harry's way of saying I am still here.
He tried to convey the same, to always show Harry that he loves him to the best to his abilities. When he gets excited and rants about something to Harry, he hopes that Harry's soft smiles are because he gets that, are because Harry knows that Sherlock is truly himself.
"Sherlock, your coffee is getting cold,"
"I was thinking." Sherlock mindlessly replied, still in deep thought.
However, in many cases hope proved to be useless. Sherlock would better tell him. Then again, he can always tell him later.