"Beautiful, isn't it?" said Sherlock, and John immediatey looked at him to know what the detective was referring to.
The doctor saw his flatmate looking up at the sky filled with beautiful, twinkling stars.
John looked down and smiled to himself, the memory of him and Sherlock arguing about the solar system replaying on his mind. "I thought you didnt - "
"Tricked you." Sherlock suddenly said.
"What?" John's head whipped up and his eyes immediately settled on his flatmate's amused face.
"You thought I was referring to the stars, didn't you?" Sherlock suppressed a smile, walked ahead and didn't wait for John's answer. Then he looked back, face completely displaying happiness, "Silly."
John's brows furrowed but it didn't last long. He looked at his flatmate then at the ground, then the doctor's face broke into a smile as he began to understand what Sherlock was talking about.
"Bastard," John muttered, amused and warm all over. He then ran after the detective and gently punched the latter's arm.
Sherlock chuckled, rubbing the part where John hit him. "Punch of love, I suppose?"
The doctor smiled and blushed, "You mad, charming man."
Sherlock simply reached for John's hand and linked it with his own. "You mean I love you."
They chuckled and walked side by side, hand in hand. Beautiful.
"Yes, I did, Sherlock. I love you."
