Boyfriend Development Program

At dusk, John returns to 221b.

Standing at the door of the living room, the expression of the little man suddenly became silent.He knew that a thin layer of dust might have accumulated in the corners of that small living room and the bedroom inside.If it weren't for Mrs. Hudson's regular cleaning, he couldn't even imagine what these houses would look like.

Since Sherlock disappeared for no reason, John has changed from frequent entry and exit to gradually reducing the number of entry times. Until now, he even refuses to enter unless it is absolutely necessary.

"Hardworking Mrs. Hudson."

Thinking of this, John twitched his lips.Knowing that it was impossible, he habitually glanced in that direction.With just one glance, he froze on the spot. By the window of the living room, a slender man stood sideways to John.The burgundy silk pajamas looked very docile on the man. The violin was strung around his neck, and his slender fingers pinched the strings, but he didn't play. His gray-green eyes looked out of the window and fell directly into the distance. farther away.

The evening light came in from the window, shining on the man's angular face, and even dyed his curly hair a little golden.Under the light and shadow, the man's expression was calm and at ease, as if time had stopped at this moment.

Just like...

The man never left.

Just like...

Men have never been absent during these six months.

John only felt that his throat was very dry. "sher..." He wanted to call the curly-haired man's name, but he felt his lips trembling violently, and the words were stuck in his throat, unable to utter any possible syllables.In the end, he could only squeeze his lips tightly, forcing himself to be more calm, for fear that any slight movement might disturb the tranquility. ——Whether it’s hallucinations (this is especially sad for John, for more than half a year, maybe the curative effect of Hannibal has worked, except for the recurring dreams, uh, although most of them are spring/dreams, he has no hallucinations about Sherlock at all ), or... reality.

The little man felt that even his legs were a little unstable, so he shifted his weight from his right leg to his left leg.

While hesitating, the man who was as still as a sculpture moved.

He slowly turned his face to the side, and his eyes fell directly on the expressionless John, a trace of joy from the heart appeared in his gray-green eyes.He looked at the little man, with a bright smile on his calm side face, and greeted him cheerfully: "John, you're back."

John narrowed his eyes, he saw the indifference in Sherlock's eyes.

- not a hallucination.

John quickly made this judgment in his mind.

Sherlock said, John, you are back.

John took a deep look at his best roommate, the smiling curly-haired man standing in the living room welcoming him home.Countless times, he had fantasized about such a scene, fantasized that Sherlock would not be so rational and could change a little for him.

Yes, countless times.But never such a scene.It is definitely not after half a year of missing for no reason, and then pretending to have never left, greeting him calmly.Absolutely not.

"Countless times, countless times."

John tried his best to keep his facial expression not so "rich", he strode up to Sherlock, stared at his good roommate, "For God's sake, you can contact me countless times, even if it's just a report Be safe, let me know where you are!" The little man's expression became more and more agitated, and Sherlock even felt that his body had never stood so straight before. John stared at the curly-haired man in front of him, tried to suppress the anger in his words, and tried not to disturb the neighbors, "And you, look at you, great Sherloes, but you don't even want to say a word of farewell!"——So much Tian's perseverance brought such an ending, which made John feel ridiculous.

"I remember mycroft relaying—"

Sherlock sneered, trying to argue. John didn't give him this chance, he cut off his pretext with urgent and quick words, and even the hidden anger poured out like a tidal wave: "Then it's mycroftholmes, not you sherloes!"

The small man's center of gravity shifted between his left and right feet, trying to use his body's unsteadiness to balance the anger in his heart. —Of course, this cannot escape the eyes of the great consulting detective.

"Hmm..." The look on Sherlock's face became more and more awkward, he felt that maybe he should apologize, - pay for his past actions, "i'msorry." He paused, maybe he felt that he was not sincere enough, he stared at John , until he saw his reflection reflected in those black eyes, "Sincerely."

"...?"

John's "expressionless" face finally broke, and an unbelievable light flashed in his eyes, and gradually, the light receded, "Sherlock, it's really not because of my anger——Jesus, I know you must take a look Just noticed—and apologized on purpose? Well, I mean, it doesn't look like you can... well, don't pay attention to those words, I accept your apology."

Sherlock grunted, "Good."

He quickly turned his head to look out of the window, and said badly to himself. ——Based on John's understanding of him, he already vaguely sensed something was wrong.

... damnit!

"Aren't you going to tell me about your wonderful experience in the past six months?" John watched Sherlock's curly hair turn golden under the increasingly dim light, as well as the resolute arc—I don't know if it was his illusion ——A bit more years of vicissitudes and peace, "Of course, I haven't forgiven you yet."

The little man walked towards his couch, and the sound of his stray footsteps was accompanied by his repeated emphasis. He muttered, "Hey, forgive me, Sherlock, there is nothing so easy in this world."

Sherlock's eyes moved with John's movement, and the lines of his face were a little stiff, and he didn't know what he thought of.

"Experience?" The curly-haired man saw John successfully seated, and narrated in a calm voice, "As planned, I hunted down Moriarty's henchmen all the way, and made a big circle around Britain. Oh, and stayed in Tibet and the Middle East for a while on the way."

John glanced at his good roommate: "You're back... Well, the task is completed?"

"Well, almost." Sherlock was vague for a moment, and quickly brought up another topic,——obviously he didn't want to go further on this topic, "What about you? Are things going well with Mary? The wedding date is—— Think—August?"

"You know everything?" John was so surprised that he almost jumped up from the sofa.There was easy questioning and panic in his voice, his face was complicated, and it seemed that something was blocked in his heart, he couldn't get up and down, he was uncomfortable and panicked, but he didn't know what was blocked.

Sherlock glanced at him, and replied slowly: "Obviously."

"So, um." John licked his lower lip hesitantly, he felt his eyes wandering a lot, and he didn't want to see the expression on Sherlock's face at the moment, and finally landed on the silk pajamas soaked in the golden-grey luster of dusk on, "What do you think?"

His heartbeat seemed to jump up wildly as the question was blurted out.And the endless silence, together with the increasingly cold dust in the room, overwhelmed the vigorously exercising heart, cooling down and slowing down rapidly every second.

"Congratulations."

Finally, the indifferent voice of the consulting detective pierced all the trance and silence, carrying the coldness from the air, pouring into John's ears in a swarm.

His heart finally settled down.

——Just congratulations?Besides congratulations, have you ever...

——Don't be silly, John, what are you expecting!

——john!He is sherloes!

"Thank you." John coughed briefly, and he forced a little smile on his face to make his expression less dull, "Sherlock, will you come to the wedding?...as my best man?"

... standing together in the same dress, um, maybe there is a chance for a photo, a photo without Mary, just Sherlock and John.Oh, by the way, Sherlock, who "doesn't understand mortal feelings", might mess up the wedding, well, maybe he can relax the muscles on his face from laughing, and occasionally show some sad and disappointed expressions—because John Watson The disappointment of best friends screwing up a wedding, look, what a perfect explanation!A little selfish, but for God's sake, Mary will forgive, because after marriage, John Watson can only—and only—belong to her alone.

"Best man?" Sherlock asked with a strange arc on his mouth, "Your best man?"

John finally looked up at the curly-haired man: "Yes."

Sherlock glanced at him again, and replied blankly: "Yes. Of course."

In those eyes as deep as a black lake, the little man couldn't discern any possible hidden emotions.

"But John..." the curly-haired man's voice stopped abruptly.

John looked up suspiciously, but saw Sherlock looking straight at the door, he also looked along, and found a man in a gray windbreaker leaning against the door, looking at them with a smile on his face. — Jack Harkness!Why did he suddenly appear here in 221b!

"It looks like I can come in?" Jack's gaze indicated that he was asking about Sherlock.

The curly-haired man raised his chin: "We meet again."

John keenly grasped the word "again" and looked at the two people in front of him in some bewilderment. —Use the wrong word? Doesn't sherlock hate grammatical errors the most?

"Are you...?" Jack stopped in his tracks.

"That's what you think." Sherlock cast a sideways glance at Jack, walked around him and sat back in his own seat, "and, shutup. (and, shut up)"

Jack understood, and changed the question: "Where's the doctor?"

Sherlock shrugged: "I went to visit an old friend."

"Old friend? Former partner?"

"No." The curly-haired man clasped his hands together against his chin, and muttered a name, "master."

"What?! The master is also in this time and space?" Jack suddenly felt that the sky was falling.

John asked: "Master?"

"Doctor's natural enemy." Sherlock glanced at John and added, "Or lover."

John: "..."——Can anyone tell him that natural enemies and lovers are the same concept?

The consulting detective ignored the effect of his words, just looked at Jack: "Tell me, what's the matter?"

"Although it's not..." Jack thought for a while, "In a word, something happened to Will Graham."

—Will Graham?

The curly-haired man immediately let go of his hands resting on his chin.