Ya hi hum. I just wanted to say sorry for the message I left yesterday. I realise now how inappropriate it was for me to call you waisted at midnight. All I remember was that I called you. Mrs Hudson told me what happened last night. Apparently I ran up the stairs to the flat waisted and called you. Then she came up to see if I was ok and I told her to, basically, piss off. She then said that I made a lot a racketing noises. I don't know what I was doing. And then Mrs Hudson said that she found me sitting on the stairs to your room with my head against your door at three in the morning, supposedly crying. Bare in mind that I have no idea why i was at your door or why I was crying.
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Please call me John.
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Voice mails from Sherlock to John
FanfictionAfter two years and a half of not speaking or seeing his best friend, Sherlock finally calls John and opens up about his feelings. Slowly. Gently.
