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oh so first burying oneself under the other’s covers only to emerge asking about shoelaces, then watching the other in their sleep and later flopping on the other’s matress cursing in frustration of unsolved case, but asking deep personal questions about the other’s past and laughing together a while after?
and now waking the other up in the morning with a cup of tea? oh okay sure
what, maybe you’ve even sat on the edge of sherlock’s bed with that tea, john, and looked at him light-heartedly as he was pretending to sleep despite your talking, early sunlight probably splayed on his face and shining warmly on his disheveled hair or whatever? yeah of course why wouldn’t you perform this perfectly platonic activity, just warn me when I should give you both some privacy so that you can present him with a morning kiss alright