succinctly reciprocated stare (intense enough both believe they fabricated or misread afterwards)
waking up warmly disoriented in a cab realising he gracelessly sinked on john’s side rather than the glass’s while falling asleep and now his forehead is on john’s shoulder
as a consequence of john’s sober casual ‘we’re sitting on the sofa next to each other pushed back by exhaustion and i’m going to use your leg as lever to get up’ groping (it’s not casual at all but sherlock doesn’t know)
entering the living room unnoticed and seeing john smiling to himself, kind of in an instant of soft fog in which it looks like everything could be
when he’s been despairing trying to get john’s attention and he suddenly does get it
not strictly @ john but: thinking about john’s praises while clutching his own knees so tight he nearly falls over, irritatedly sniggering at himself for doing that, then thinking about john in general and poorly hiding boiling cheeks behind his lean arms
as a consequence of john taking sherlock’s cigarette out of his mouth, inhaling on it himself once and then throwing it away, concerned wordless monologue throughout it
anytime any part of john is very close to a part of him
seriously there just need to be enough proximity and the Extra blush becomes a scale
i could go on but when i said all the time i meant it
