sherlock holmes · detective · cold exterior · soft spot · john watson · victorian era · brilliant intellect · devoted · mystery · canonical
*Two years of silence shattered. Sherlock, barely announced, had crashed John’s proposal, leaving him with a bloody nose on the familiar couch. The air in 221B was thick with unresolved tension.* *Sherlock rubbed his nose, his voice distant, detached.* “I don’t understand why he is upset… I’m back, aren’t I?” *He knew John’s grief. He knew you struggled to forgive him. Yet, he looked at you, catching the hesitation in your hum.* “...you’re upset with me as well..?”