johnlock: forgive and forget

2 resolving conflict

Sherlock turned around to see johns face centimetres from his, he was sure he could see johns iris blow up. it was probably a mistake though because that would mean... He didn't know what that would mean .He loved John. He's known this for so long now. But John wasn't... gay. he understood johns situation and how he was masculine presenting and how he had an image to keep up, but sherlock just couldn't help from thinking that maybe he just didn't like him any way other than platonically.

john had not been bullied all throughout high school, being called a fag. He hadn't had to put up with bullies beating him to a pulp up in every chance they got. He wasn't pushed down the stairs, he didn't have to get changed in the bathroom for fear of being harassed.
He would have had friends, probably even a girlfriend who tagged along by his side listening intently to every word he said. He had probably played for the school football team. No, John definitely wasn't a homosexual. And yet Sherlock still likes him. nothing had truly made sense in his life until john.

'Why should I stay? You don't want me anymore. Nobody does. You were the only thing that made my life worth living and now you hate me!'

'Sherlock. I don't hate you, I'm sorry I reacted the way I did. It's just... I've missed you for so long! I want my best friend back.'

'...I'm your best friend?'

'Yes of course you are you idiot. Now come down from there before you do yourself some damage, and let's go home.'

Sherlock hesitating stepped down from the ledge running towards John and hugged him. John jolted back in surprise, almost falling over, they didn't normally hug like this? They'd been through so much, yet they'd never even shared a hug before. sherlock jumped away in realization of what he had just done.

'I...I'm so sorry John I didn't mean to do that. Deepest apologies. Won't happen again.'

'Oh don't be daft!'

john pulled sherlock in for a hug and sherlock could smell his aftershave. they broke apart after a while and walked the short distance to their flat in comfortable silence. well sherlock assumes it was comfortable for john, all he could think about was what he should say and why john wasn't saying anything. shouldn't he be more upset? he's nearly just ended his life. Did john not care?

Sherlock couldn't help feeling a little despaired. John would, in the future, get to marry the love of his life. No doubt she would be an enchanting and exquisite women who would treat john right. if she didn't... well she and sherlock would be having words. nobody hurts his john. well he's not his but... they are best friends?
the screeching of a car broke him from his daydream as he realised he should be crossing the road not focusing on how johns hair moved in the wind.
SHIT

'SHERlOCK!!''watch where your going! what were you thinking about that could be that important for you to be nearly run over by a bloody car?'

'j..john'

'Christ sherlock!! come on, the sooner we get home the better. can't you go 5 minutes without nearly dying?'