#hispolestar

John had been turning those words in his head for months now. No, scratch that. It had been more than a year since that day. When John had opened an envelope and found Mary's farewell. He hadn't even thought about watching it alone. It wasn't even that he believed himself to be unable to watch it on his own - although Sherlock's steady presence was grounding - no, he'd simply known that he did not want to be alone. Sherlock had come because John called. Because above all else, Sherlock Holmes was a good man. Above his cockiness, above his messiness, above his erratic moods, he was a good man. He was simply the best man John had ever known and when he'd needed him, Sherlock had come.