Caring Is Not An Advantage *Private*

[Leafwing12]

John frowned, tensing up a bit before relaxing. He let out a soft, weak laugh. He smikeda bit sadly. “Sherlock...I’m a Doctor. I know had this is.” He whisoered. He gently gripped Sherlock’s wrist, brushing a thumb over Sherlock’s knuckles. “...Promise me you will be okay.” John said

[dannychan]

he hissed. "shut up." he said and pressed a bit harder.

[Leafwing12]

He frowned, watching him. “Sherlock...It’s okay. It’s going to be okay.” He whisoered. He reached up a hand, setting it on Sherlock’s cheek. He glanced away. “They...They were tight, Sherlock. I...I do have feelings for you.” John whisoered

[dannychan]

he looked over him and nodded. "i know." he mumbled.

[Leafwing12]

He blinked, letting out a soft breath of relief. He gave his wrist a soft squeeze. “That’s good.” He whispered.

[dannychan]

he held john close, looking up when he heard sirens.

[Leafwing12]

John glanced over weakly when he heard the sirens. He forced a faint smile. “You sure you want to be holding g me? People...They May talk.” He murmured, a bit playfully. Truthfully he was just trying to get Sherlock to lighten up a bit. He hated seeing him so worried.

[dannychan]

he blinked. "so? let them talk.."

[Leafwing12]

He blinked, looking him o we. He then looked away, glancing over at the paramedics

[dannychan]

he hesitated and hugged john, trembling.