[ 1x1 w/ cass. <3 ]

[danheng]

1x1 with my bud cassafrass <3
you know the drill, please don't post unless you're me or them <3

it's only been so long since sherlock holmes and john watson left the events of sherrinford behind. unable to recover from the death of his former wife, john finds himself depending more on sherlock, bringing the two closer and closer together...

[nana]

(Okay! Do you want to start or do you want me to?)

[danheng]

If you could that'd be great <3

[nana]

(Okie! )

It had been four months after Sherrinford. And yet for Sherlock it seemed like yesterday. If Mycroft could see him now he would probably make some snarky comment on how he had ptsd. Actually, his elder brother probably put cameras in his apartment so he could watch Sherlocks every move and be the protective older brother he was. Sherlock wouldn't be surprised. He lay on the sofa in 221B, one leg hanging off as he starred at the ceiling. His thoughts then moved to john. Oh john. One of the only people he cared about, maybe even loved. He didn't know much about love, always thought it was something that slowed people down. But then he realized for once in his life he was wrong. He was in love with John Watson. He growled annoyingly. He glanced at the small clock quickly, eleven pm. Would it be weird to barge into his roommates bedroom this late? Probably. Would it be akaward? Definitely. Would he tell the shorter man his feelings? Hopefully. Sherlock then stood up, his robe flowing dramatically, he was determined to tell Dr. Watson how he felt.

[danheng]

"you were my world..."
john watson awoke at the late hour a cold sweat, unable to shake the horror of the nightmare of mary's pained face. it had been many months since her death, only several since sherrinford, and the doctor wasn't exactly recovering well. though he busied himself with rosie and cases with sherlock, his fears still found ways to torment him in his dreams. now, he sat at the edge of his bed, head in his hands. soft, quiet breaths escaped his lips as he sat alone. would sherlock even be awake at his time? would he even care about john's troubles? the detective never had a history of sympathy. though, being his closest friend, john had hope that he could go to sherlock for help. with visible hesitancy, the doctor stood and made his way to the door.

[nana]

Just then Sherlock opened the door, a bit surprised to see John awake. "Oh your awake." He said. He instantly deducted how John was feeling and frowned softly. He missed Mary too, but nothing like Watson. He didn't exactly know how to comfort anybody, so without words the consulting detective walked over and akawardly hugged him. Then slowly and probably to hard patted his back. "It's okay.." he said more like a question then a statement.

[danheng]

john jumped as the door opened on it's own, his roommate entering and sharing a similarly surprised expression. "always."
he muttered, shaking his head a bit and looking down. he didn't expect any sympathetic response from the detective, what did he think was going to happen? and when he felt sherlock hug him, it came as a welcome shock. he let himself hug the man, despite the awkward situation sherlock had placed himself in. "yeah." he breathed in response. "It's going to be okay."

[nana]

Sherlock then pulled away. This probably wasn't the best time to tell him his feelings. "Uh... so..." he said nervously. "D-Do you need anything? Is that what people say? Or I can leave if you want!" He said really quickly. He really didn't know how to do this. How to do... emotion and how to comfort people. There was a slight blush on the detectives cheeks. John looked... quite attractive.

[danheng]

john held in a little laugh, but couldn't help but smile. "yes, that's what people say." he nodded, looking up to the detective. he was always so complex and mysterious- those rare times when he did make room for people in his heart was a unique feeling for john. it was almost like love. a deep care and affection, thankfulness for his support. "I don't need anything I just.." john sighed, trying to find the proper words to say. the last thing he wanted was to be alone with his nightmares. "please don't leave."

[nana]

"Okay." Sherlock said. He should probably sleep, he hasn't slept in a few days and decided it would be good. But he also didn't want to intude on John. "I can asleep on the floor? I think there's some extra blankets in the closet downstairs." He said. He bit his lip nervously. His curly black hair slightly covering his face.