One Step Past The End Of The Line

OOOhhhh my gosh tysm. You've fallen in to some REALLY good fandoms for fics, the Marvey and Stucky writers are fucking phenomenal and i'm so happy to be among them!

THANK YOU I think that's my favorite fic I've ever written, I'm so glad you enjoyed it.

THATS SO SWEET. Emotional impact is the BEST REWARD and I'm so honored. Thank youuuuu

AH! Thank you much. THey live in my brain rent freeeeee

The fact that we never got to see him see her in this outfit is a travesty.

In which John helps Sherlock navigate some healing, Sherlock won't stop calling him "Sir," and they're both too stupid to see what's right in front of their faces.

What an inane scavenger hunt. He has no doubt that even if he made the call, John would remain prisoner until Sherlock has danced through every step of this asinine choreography - and for what? To languish in the knowledge that the best man he knows will be nearby but never close, familiar but never intimate, for the rest of his days (which are surely numbered when John finds a woman to contend with Sherlock’s madcap pantomime of a life)?