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Waiting for an Answer
“You look different,” John whispers.
“Do I?” Sherlock asks softly. ”Does it matter?”
With trembling fingers, John reaches out to touch Sherlock’s hair, which are slightly lighter-colored at the tips, where Sherlock has dyed them ginger.
“What have these three years done to you?” John quietly says.
Sherlock curls his fingers around John’s wrist and gently lowers his hand until John’s palm is pressing against the side of his cheek.
“It made me yearn for you more,” Sherlock answers sincerely.
Something painful and warm flutters in John’s chest, and he can’t help the small, sad smile that blooms across his face. Sherlock leans forward tentatively and lets his lips brush the corner of John’s mouth. John swallows at the tender gesture, a question all on its own.
Sherlock’s fingers are questing, relearning the odd lines and wrinkles on John’s face. ”Will you let me make up for lost time?”
John’s breath hitches. ”There are a lot of things I still don’t understand,” he struggles to say, “And… I’m not sure if things can go back the way it used to, between us.”
Sherlock looks at him, watches the sandy eyelashes that hide the blue eyes he hasn’t seen for so long, the blue eyes he has anchored himself to in his mind, all those years, and Sherlock suddenly knows for certain… he cannot have anything less than everything. Not after depriving himself for so long.
“We surely can’t go back,” Sherlock murmurs. ”But we can always move forward.“
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