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“They’re your parents, Sherlock. I don’t have time to play tour guide. Some of us have to work for a living.” John was putting on his coat.
“But Mycroft is conviently out of the country. And they want to go to the West End.” Sherlock was having a full on sulk on the sofa.
“Sounds like an excellent time to see Les Miserables.”
Sherlock fixed him with a glare, but John was already headed out the door.
It didn’t matter how many times John had rehearsed this in head. He was still anxious as Sherlock walked back into the flat.
The detective eyed him a moment, then walked over to his chair. Before John could react, Sherlock was on one knee in front of him, pulling the box out from he’d tucked it between his leg and the chair.
Flushing, John looked down at him. “What are you doing?”
“Proposing. Obviously. Will you marry me, John?”
“But…I was going to ask you.”
“Come now, John. All you have to do is say yes.”
“Yes. You arsehole.”
Smiling, Sherlock took the ring from the box and put it on his own finger before leaning up to kiss him.
mycroft: wow what a coincidence that john is a bisexual former army doctor and you are gay and love soldiers
sherlock:
