“you mean to say you like men."
"of course I do." he whispered softly, as though it was the most simple thing in the world. as if it wasn’t some earth-shattering new piece of information, that would cause upheaval throughout sherlock’s mind. “i thought you’d, ah, I don’t know, deduced it when you saw sholto. that i’m bi.”
sherlock swallows at the admission. it’s not a long pause, but it feels achingly silent, so he fills it with the truth. “I thought my judgement was clouded. blind spot. complicated day, the uh...the wedding, so many...emotions in one place.
"blind spot?"
Snippet from a johnlock fic I’m in the process of writing - post s4 case angst w/confession & a dash of parentlock for y’all
