I love the complete and utter walking contradiction that is Doctor and Captain John H. Watson.
He's got anger issues, and he's kind and warm. He's got trust issues, and he's loyal and caring. He's sarcastic and stubborn, and he's self-sacrifcing and patient. He's so tired, and he'll run head first into danger because he loves the adventure. He's so soft, and he's so bruised. He's a crackshot of a marksman, and he runs like a puppy and types like a chicken. He's Sherlock's grounding anchor, and he's Sherlock's enabler and partner in crime solving. He's so repressed, and he feels so much.
I love you, John Watson.
