Maybe
Maybe it’s the way John kisses him.
The way he presses soft gentle kisses on Sherlock’s neck, until he meets those gorgeous lips.
Maybe it’s the way that John laughs whenever Sherlock is brilliant.
Maybe it’s the way John tells Sherlock he loves him every night and every day.
Maybe it’s the way they spoon in bed.
Or maybe…
Maybe it’s the way Sherlock wakes in his bed and finds no John.
There’s no kisses. John doesn’t say he’s brilliant anymore.
John hasn’t seen him in weeks.
They haven’t spooned since his stag night.
Maybe, it’s the way Sherlock misses him.














