I'm a consulting detective, the only one in the world.
John insisted I get one of these blogs--even held my violin hostage--so here I am. Now it just keeps me going. It's become a place to express my torments rather than to discuss my cases.
“I’m glad too so Sherlock can learn to be happy like he used to be maybe.” Liam rested his head on John’s shoulder and began rubbing his chin and mouth with his fingertips. ”I love you always, John. You’re my favourite friend, but don’t tell anyone. I have nightmares when you’re not keeping me warm. And I don’t want you to ever ever leave ever.” He was shy, lonely, and a little bit afraid, but with John, he was better. He snuggled up to his favourite angel and started the movie, soon smiling and laughing at all the right parts, not a care in the world.
John smiled when Liam pulled up next to him, so indescribably happy to be loved so much and to have someone (three someones?) to love in return. As warped as things had gotten over the last year, it was still good, still brilliant, still amazing. He wrapped his arm around Liam and just took in the warmth, the glow, and the love.
Liam fell asleep, not wanting to move from that spot, and soon actually began humming in his sleep, a bizarre but pleasant mixture of songs from various films that he knew with a bit of opera thrown in. It was a happy song, and the only thing that ended it was John’s phone going off.