Lines and Numbers (Johnlock)

Chapter 14

Just published 13, time to start 14! I reaLLY want to spoil what I have in store for chapter 15 buTTTTT nah you'll have to read it muahahahhahhahh
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The trigger warnings are uhhh not much idk?? Theres some smoochy in this one ooOOh Jesus, I can't believe y'all read this much. Anyway this is a short chapter.

Finally.

We sat in the kitchen, not saying anything at all. The silence was deafening, but I don't think either of us had anything to say. The surprise of him being able to come back was overwhelming. It had been just a few days shy of a week, and already he was back.

It was definitely a relief for both of us.

He looked around. Barely anything had changed, except that I put the knives in a cabinet. I wasn't sure what to do. I mean, I can't just get rid of them completely, and I don't want to keep them in my room. Besides, he's got other ways if he really wanted... but let's not think about that.

He looked around a bit at the flat that I'd kept clean while he was gone. In fact, it was probably cleaner than it usually was. He turned to me and grinned, his  smile brighting up the room and absolutely restoring my energy.

"I'm so glad to be back," He said. He reached across the table and took my hand in his, his expression going hard. "John?"

I looked at him, confused. "What is it, Sherlock?"

"I swear to you, I'll never put you in a situation like that one again." I nodded, not sure what to say, and he smiled lightly again and nodded firmly once.

"I'm going to get changed," He announced, standing up abruptly. "I'll be back in just a moment.

He headed down the hall to his room, and I heard the door open and shut. Admittedly, I hadn't gone into Sherlock's room since he'd entered the hospital. I should, I realized. To clear out anything he might have, like... sharps.

I sighed quietly and went to the living room, sitting on the large couch, waiting for Sherlock. I heard the door open and close again, and he walked into the living room and sat down right next to me. He was wearing a white button up with long sleeves, and one of his normal pairs of dark pants. I looked over at him to find he was already looking at me, his mouth curved into a smiled. 

"What?" I asked, starting to smile, myself.

He didn't answer but just continued looking at me and smiling.

"What?!" I said again, feeling my cheeks go warm. He laughed and pressed his lips against mine silently. We stayed like that for a moment. His hand went to my face and held it up to his, the feeling comforting me. 

Knock, knock.

I jumped a bit, and Sherlock looked back at the door with a somewhat annoyed expression on his face. The door... which was opened just a crack.

"Oh, Sherlock? I brought you what you wanted me to. Don't know why you couldn't just get it yourself, but..." Mrs. Hudson's voice came, trailing off into mutters.

Sherlock brightened up. "Mrs. Hudson, come in!" He said, moving a bit away from me. He had been pretty close to me, it's true. Mrs. Hudson walked in and gave me a sly look, and I knew she had seen. She gave Sherlock a medium-sized box that had evidently come in the mail. He thanked her, and she went back to do her own thing.

"Er, Sherlock... What is that?" I inquired. He smiled gleefully. "Grab the scissors, John. You get to open it."

I went and grabbed a pair of scissors and he handed me the box, which was lighter than I had expected. I took it and set it on my lap, then took the scissors and cut the tape. It took me a moment, as I wasn't really the best at opening boxes. To be fair, I didn't get many. I finally got it open, then looked inside. It was... a bowler hat? I looked at him, a bit confused why he was so excited.

"Look inside, come on," He urged, looking like he about wanted to snatch it out of my hands and take it for himself. I looked inside and noticed an inscription.

A hat for John Watson, the most wonderful man in my life, and who I am lucky to know and be known by. I love you. -SH

The inscription was sweet, and it made me smile. I looked at him, and he looked to me eagerly. It was adorable how excited he seemed, and it just made me happier. "Thank you, Sherlock, really. This is a great hat, and I love what you had written," I said, and pressed a kiss to his cheek. He smiled lightly and gave me a hug.

"Listen, John. The stay in hospital really improved my mood and helped me think clearly again. It's not over yet, but I'm working. And it's for you, really. I want to be the best that I can be for you. I honestly... I don't see why this question is a necessary, but oh, well. Would you be my boyfriend?" He said, looking at me with bright eyes, waiting.

I tilted my head. "Hmm, oh, I dunno, lemme think about that, I mean, well, er..."

He raised his eyebrows at me, and I laughed loudly. I cupped his face with my hands. "Of course I will, Sherlock. Of course I will."