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own personal experience." Silence lingers for a moment until he intervenes once more. "If you're willing to share, naturally."

Again, John did offer reassurance—he supposed that meant answers, too. "I'm trying to understand why is that people put marriage on a pedestal. Surely they do not expect their lives to be changed after a signed piece of paper, do they? It would be useful if you shared your (+)

few times, attempting to stop hearing his own thoughts. It isn't the right moment to head into his Mind Palace, not yet. "Why did you propose to Mary?" Sherlock breaks the silence by bringing up a topic of conversation that might not be John's favourite to talk about. (+)

Sherlock appreciates just how understanding John is. He is aware of the fact that he can be difficult at times and that he's not the best when it comes to human connections. He is trying, of course—though sometimes he feels as if trying wasn't enough. The detective blinks a (+)

attempted to convince him that his job as a doctor wasn't necessary and that he could easily provide for the two of them, yet John is too stubborn and independent to change his mind.

we are, though I'm willing to compromise if that's something that would make you feel happier." He doesn't mention that, if anything were to happen to him, a signed document would indeed make things simpler for John—not that it'd stop him from working, anyway. Sherlock has (+)

problem, as he's content with what they previously agreed on: to be together for life, even with no paperwork that demonstrated so. "I'm happy," Sherlock assures him, yet it's obvious by the look on his face that he isn't done speaking. "I don't feel the need to change what (+)

Sherlock shakes his head, though he is indeed greateful that John is willing to provide further clarification if needed. He won't bother him with such situation, not when it's not required. "It's not needed," he reassures his partner. Their current arrangement isn't a (+)

i don't think people love me. they love versions of me i have spun for them， versions of me they have construed in their minds. the easy versions of me， the easy parts of me to love.

it all led them to where they are now. "I always want you to be happy, even though I might not say it all the time. That's— it's the most important thing."

feels that he needs to show John that he does indeed care, that he'll always be the person who matters the most to him. He squeezes his hand gently, a reminder to both of them that they're going strong, despite everything that happened in the past. It had been worth it, for (+)

he says, a hand reaching out to hold John's. He doesn't tend to be the one to start physical contact. Not that he doesn't like it— quite the opposite, in fact, as he's found that being close to John in more ways than one is very satisfactory. Still, in times like these he (+)

That sounds reassuring enough. Still, a phrase John said still resonates in Sherlock's head— if he ever decided to ask, John would say yes. In a way, it seems that it might be something John wants, yet he doesn't insist. "I understand, John. Thank you for clarifying that," (+)

bring it up into conversation to consider it a possibility, a reality. Sherlock's very own opinions regarding the institution of marriage might have influenced that, too.

this works for us, yet you haven't mentioned what you want." He keeps on thinking whether marriage is something that John would like and equally dread at the same time. An experience he'd like to go through again without the ugly parts, yet still fearing it enough not to (+)

be okay with finding body parts in the fridge. I know all those things." He sounds frustrated, not because of his knowledge regarding that matter but because of the lack of information that he might not be seeing at that moment. "I know you believe that this is working– that (+)

takes into his words while simultaneously attempting to find the right words to express his ideas. Ah, words have always been easy for him, but this is no case. This is John, his John. His one and only. "I know you're happy. And yes, I'm also aware that you'll never (+)

now all the signs that give out his lies. Still, the worry remains written all over his face. "Lilac," he corrects in a low voice, though of course John knows what the right colour was. He ought to remember, he's certain. Staying silent for a couple of seconds, Sherlock (+)