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John Watson internationally smuggles tea (imhisblogger) wrote in wariscoming,

For a minute Sherlock didn't even register to him. He was talking but all John could do was stare. If this truly were some kind of dream he really didn't want to wake up again and face a Sherlockless world. It wasn't fair. He didn't say anything at all as he watched him close as if trying to figure out where the flaw was and what sort of trick it was. If it was a drug induced dream there should have been some kind of sign. He didn't find anything.

Reaching out with his free hand he touched Sherlock's face not even really paying attention to what he was saying. He needed to know that his friend was real, to touch something real. When his hand met the flesh his heart beat that much faster and he stared up at him wide eyed and in silence as though he'd seen a ghost. He pretty much had in his own mind. "You are you aren't you?" He paused and reached out to hug him tightly.

He didn't care if Sherlock was put off or uncomfortable, in that moment he only cared that he was alive and well. "I can't believe it."He'd dropped his cane as he held onto him and refused to let go. "I thought you were.." His voice cracked and faded. Barely managing to hold back emotion.

All he could do to keep from crying was to smile, and so he did. If he broke down now he was afraid he might be unable to pick up the pieces again. He chose to believe in Sherlock Holmes one more time.

"Don't ever do that again."He said as he finally pulled away and shoved him.