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Cry

It was the day of John's Dad's funeral and him and Sherlock had just finished getting ready. Sherlock checked his watch before dragging John out into the living room and placed him in front of him. Sherlock checked his watch again and looked as if he quickly calculated something in his head before he shortly stated; "Cry".
"What? I don't want to" John protested. "I don't care if you want to. Cry" Sherlock replied, still monotone.
"Can I ask why?"
"Well, if it isn't already obvious... *insert eye roll* John, we're going to a funeral of someone who was close to you- and, being human, you should cry as everyone else will. However, I know you, and I know you won't due to the fact that you feel the need to a) now be 'the man' of the family and b) be the tough guy in every situation. This is unhealthy and therefore, I have taken it upon myself to ensure the stability of your mental health in this period of grief and have therefore left half an hour spare and instructed you to cry. So, cry" he expanded.
"Sherlock, I can't just cry because you told me to. Anyway, I'm fine." Sherlock sighed, "I thought this may happen. So I have prepared a solution." He took off his suit jacket and placed it down on the sofa, he then proceeded to take a few steps towards John, closing the gap between them, maintaining eye contact. He appeared to be reading John's appearance and when he seemed satisfied, he replaced the little space between them with his body and wrapped his arms tightly around John. John hesitated for moment, trying to keep up the 'tough guy' facade but he debated that Sherlock had already read him like a book and he knew he didn't need to pretend around him, and that won. He wrapped his arms loosely around Sherlock's waist and melted into his tight embrace. He forced his face onto his chest and took in his scent before tears started to fall rapidly; he hadn't even realised half of them were there until they spilled over. The two of them stayed like that for the full half hour Sherlock had allocated-John sobbing into Sherlock's chest, concentrating his mind onto Sherlock's heartbeat and Sherlock, at first following exactly what he had read on the internet when he googled it, but after a little while, it had started to feel right and he got lost in the moment, getting a new kind of high off of the feeling. When Sherlock checked his watch and realised that they had run out of time and needed to get moving if they were to be on time, he pushed John off gently, still holding his shoulders tightly. He reached up and wiped away the tears on his cheeks, "ready?" John nodded in reply, not being able to form words in that moment. Sherlock led John outside to where a car was waiting, still holding his shoulders strongly for John had lost all ability to support his own weight. He pushed him gently into the car and walked around the other side to get in himself- thankfully they didn't have to share it with anyone else. John just sat there staring at nothing,a blank expression on his face as they pulled away from the pavement. Sherlock watched him intently until he looked up and saw him staring, when he looked away. "Sherlock" John whispered weakly. "Hmm?" He replied. "Thank you" he managed hoarsely. "It's fine, there's no need to thank me" Sherlock insisted, placing a reassuring hand on John's shoulder. They simply stared into each other's eyes for a moment before Sherlock nodded his head slightly, guessing what John wanted. John nudged closer to him and leant his head down on Sherlock's shoulder while Sherlock moved his arm onto the top of John's back and rubbed soothing circles for the remainder of the journey.