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Dear Sherlock, Can you explain your liking/ fascination with bees? When did it start? If you don't mind. :)

I receive this question quite a lot. It was one of the first asks on this blog, in point of fact.Answered here.

After the Pub: 221 Baker St. - 6th Oct., 2:45 am

Sherlock ran nimble fingers through John’s still damp hair, humming quietly. He watched as John dozed in and out, startling to respond to the persistent buzzing of his mobile, nodding off, then jolting awake once more. He was fitful, making soft whimpering noises each time he dozed for too long.

“I’m so sorry, John,” Sherlock whispered, “I don’t mean to leave you so lonely.” He leaned down, brushing his lips against flushed cheeks.

Snuffling back into wakefulness, John craned his neck a little into the caress, without conscious thought, and then settled again, sleepily, into Sherlock’s lap. “It never bothered me before. I don’t know why it’s bothering me now. I’m sorry, Sherlock. I don’t mean to get like this. Sussex was perfect. You were perfect—are perfect. This is everything I want.”

“I know. Shhh, I know,” he soothed. John had emerged earlier from the bedroom wrapped in the blanket from their shared bed, shivering after his bath and from the process of sobering, before tumbling into sherlock’s lap. It still seemed so fragile–their blanket, their room, their bed. This beautiful, raw, and tender man.

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Step 1: Receive silence from Sherlock. Step 2: Tell yourself this doesn't bother you because you know "what he's like". Step 3: Reblog endless photos and quotes to try and reaffirm your patience and love, inspirational quotes aplenty. Step 4: Drink heavily to the point of admitting your anger and resentment. Step 5: Lash out in bitterness and resentment. Step 6: Argue about whether this relationship is working. Step 7: Doubt your ability to function. Step 8: Apologize. Rinse and repeat.

Fair enough…

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That isn't at all what happened this time. Come, lay your head in my lap. You can keep fending off your message box, just let me pet you while you do.

Patience doesn't always result in good things, though. John's patient with you until he feels his patience hasn't resulted in better behavior. You go quiet for too long and the patience runs out and we get angry, hurt posts soaked in alcohol. Seems like a very toxic sort of patience, really.

Inaccurate. He has years of emotional difficulty to sort through, not all of which related to me. He said nothing cruel or harmful. He drank no more than is typical for his age even when not under stress. And he came home to me. Tomorrow we'll hold each other, and talk, and soothe each other's worried hearts. That he's vulnerable with me or the public via this platform should not be cause for judgement.

@snogbox1 It's not that it's simplistic, I'm just not entirely sure I understand how that would help. I do hope everyone is aware that his response hasn't upset or harmed me. It's perfectly reasonable. Not all injuries between lovers result in a fight. He missed me. I realized when I found my way back how much I missed him. He went down to the pub as most people do. I may not be entirely experienced in matters of affection and the heart, however I do realise I need to learn how to indicate his importance to me. @the-reluctant-blogger is extremely patient with me, all told.

Yes, but possessive. No apostrophe, unfortunately.

A plurality of Moz is more amusing. Although I'm sure he'd find the thought ghastly.

I know you're probably still in your mind palace zone, but I'd be remiss if I didn't at least try. You need to snap to every one in a while a pay some attention to John. He needs you, and craves your presence.

Part of the problem is I'm never aware that I've gone until I've been away too long

Bees?

Morrisseys?

I miss you.

I'm sorry. I'm here.

Sherlock. Can you play " Flight of the Bumblebee" on the violin?

Yes, although I don't enjoy the piece as much as others. It's good for keeping nimble, I suppose.

I think John's lonely...he's out drinking with someone else....

More accurately it appears he was having a drink and a conversation with another person, which seems incredibly normal by most standards.

Go get John now. He's lonely and drunk.

I wish he wouldn't drink, however I can't exactly blame him for his reaction even if I don't entirely understand it.

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You don't think he's ever jealous? What about how he used to follow you and your dates, and his face in all of your wedding photos? You seriously don't think he's EVER been jealous?

if he is, he doesnt do anything about it. never says anyting, does anythign.

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That I have, and still do, trust and respect your choices seems to have left you with the impression that I’m not affected by them.

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Oh, hello! Decided to join the land of the living have you? There’s tea on the counter and leftovers in the fridge. You’ve 10 new emails from potential clients. Mrs. Hudson’s gone to her sister’s for the week and will be back Sunday. I’m in the loo, in the bath.

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You've every right to be upset.

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You don't think he's ever jealous? What about how he used to follow you and your dates, and his face in all of your wedding photos? You seriously don't think he's EVER been jealous?

if he is, he doesnt do anything about it. never says anyting, does anythign.

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That I have, and still do, trust and respect your choices seems to have left you with the impression that I'm not affected by them.

Have you ever practiced ballet in front of John?

MMmm. No, not as such.

Do you have a favourite male ballet dancer? :)

Rudolf Nureyev was dedicated to the notion that men could be more than props or pillars, and had the same range of expression and depth of grace as their female counterparts.

How long did you do ballet? Why'd you stop? Do you miss it?

Oh, ages and ages. I didn’t stop, exactly. I still practice when I’m alone or when I have the opportunity.

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