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Sherlock wasn't ready for this. Nope. Not at all. His heart thumped and a cold sweat formed on his forehead. For Sherlock, it was hard for him to have someone who truly cared about him. Someone he could trust. He had a lot of trust issues. And friendship was so far away from him that it was almost painful. He never really had a friend. His brother didn't count.
It wasn't long before he found where the ex-soldier lived. How should he do this? Just say 'hello' he guessed. He did research how to get an old friend back. Lets just say there weren't many resources for something of that kind. Since he was new, it was scary. Yes the man who had zero emotions had fears. He wasn't in fact a machine.
His gloved hand stopped before it hit the door. Finally, his hand and the wood met and a knock resonated off of it. He quickly recoiled his hand and cleared his throat. Sherlock could only think of the logical way this would go. Not emotions or how he hurt John, he didn't even know he hurt him. He wasn't aware of that. Everything would go back to normal when he answered the door. Friend. His friend would be back. And he wouldn't be alone anymore.
