Sherlock used to think that without the cases, experiments, and other varieties of stimulus, he wouldn’t survive. He would tear himself to pieces – a rocket fired up but stuck on the launch pad. He never dreamed that this would be enough. Sitting there with John, just focusing on making his doctor smile. Astronomy might be a useless concept to him but he’d always been seeking the stars and he found them in the notes of John’s laughter.
Thank you to those who came to the stream!