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*sigh*

It had been a long day for the both of them. John was lying on the couch while Sherlock finished typing up something on his laptop. He looked over his shoulder at John, who was staring at the ceiling with his forearm across his forehead. Sherlock quietly closed his laptop and shuffled over to the couch.

“John?”

“Yes?” he replied sounding tired and distant.

“Can I… lie with you?”

“W-um… ye-yeah okay, sure.” John sputtered, redness reaching his cheeks.

Sherlock crawled onto John without another word, pushing his legs in between the other man’s and resting his head on John’s chest.

Both their hands fell over the side of the couch and John found Sherlock’s, their fingers loosely intertwining.

They sat in silence for a long while.

John heard Sherlock let out a big sigh.

“Long day, huh?” he asked quietly as his other hand rubbed Sherlock’s back.

The other man didn’t respond; the sound of his breath was the only thing to be heard.

(via queerdraco)