Sherlock was slumped in his chair. He stood as Greg came in and quickly crossed the room, taking his coat in both hands and kissing the older man desperately.
“Sherlock.” Greg gently pushed him back with a hand on his shoulder.
“Please,” said Sherlock, almost trembling. “I need…”
“You need John,” he said as kindly as he could.
“But he’s married. Not here. On his honeymoon,” Sherlock wrinkled his nose in disgust.
“I’m not even going to try and replace him.” Greg watched his eyes as he fidgeted nervously.
“You couldn’t.” Sherlock didn’t mean to wound, but Greg’s heart still dipped. “Just tonight, please.”
This is part one in the Bittersweet series and I do like this. I’ve always thought that the history between Sherlock and Greg can’t have been easy or nice so the start of their relationship can’t be either. If that makes sense…
Friendly reminder that Martha Washington outlived two husbands and four children and still maintained that one of the worst days of her life was the day Thomas Jefferson came to call.
