He took a deep breath and dropped his hands, forced himself to look at Sherlock again. Sherlock, who had loved him for a fucking decade and a half; who had sacrificed everything to protect John; who had come back and faced him, and hadn’t asked for anything in return – not for John’s friendship, nor even for his forgiveness.
Nothing to Make a Song About by emmagrant01
Sherlock, it was here. I swear it, Sherlock. It must— Did you see it? You must have.
said: I really love the coloring on all your gifs! They are stunning :)
Awwww :3 thank youuuu so much! I’m glad you like them! I’m not usually that fond of them myself hahahaha