[John can feel his face heating up over the praise. He knew he wasn't unlovable - he'd been in relationships before, after all. But he never considered himself exceptional in any way. And now here he is, faced with the admission that Sherlock - mad, brilliant, amazing Sherlock - loves him.
He'd been agonizing over these unusual feelings for weeks. He'd told himself it was just lingering confusion, that it was just strong friendship, that he'd get over the emotions that were so powerful and so familiar, yet targeted to someone who was decidedly not female. Right now, he could say nothing. Sherlock sounds resigned, and John could exploit that and continue to doggedly refuse the very idea that he could be anything more than 100% straight. He could let Sherlock continue to believe John could never love him.
But that would be horribly unfair and, most importantly of all, untrue. And after tonight, after the fight with that creature, part of John can't bear the thought of SHerlock dying without knowing the truth.
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He'd been agonizing over these unusual feelings for weeks. He'd told himself it was just lingering confusion, that it was just strong friendship, that he'd get over the emotions that were so powerful and so familiar, yet targeted to someone who was decidedly not female. Right now, he could say nothing. Sherlock sounds resigned, and John could exploit that and continue to doggedly refuse the very idea that he could be anything more than 100% straight. He could let Sherlock continue to believe John could never love him.
But that would be horribly unfair and, most importantly of all, untrue. And after tonight, after the fight with that creature, part of John can't bear the thought of SHerlock dying without knowing the truth.
He takes in a deep breath and steels himself.]
You've got part of that wrong.