“Yes, transport,” Sherlock repeated. John looked at Sherlock, shocked. It was not the first time he had thought Sherlock was reading his mind. “John, it is far better to preserve the mind and the heart than the body. Of the three, it is the easiest to heal.” John felt as if his brain was running particularly slowly. “I don’t understand how deliberately exposing your body to more pain helped to preserve your heart.” “I was…” Sherlock frowned. “Well, it may no longer be a factor. If indeed it ever was. I was not willing to risk what Moriarty ultimately wanted to achieve. The destruction of our relationship. To have you unable to look at me without seeing me as a victim, as your victim, and seeing yourself in the worst light possible. To taint that experience, before it ever had a chance to happen. In preserving your heart, I preserve mine.” John slowly nodded. It was a steep price to pay to preserve their friendship. “And… the ‘may no longer be a factor’ part?” As painful as it was to move about, for the first time Sherlock turned away from John. “Perhaps you would find a damaged body less appealing, if you ever did find it so in the first place. But our minds are both still intact. We are both here. We are both alive. It was not the only choice which could have achieved that outcome, but it was a good choice.” “Sherlock, are you saying that you think I would… that you were…” John stopped and collected his thoughts. “Look at me.” Sherlock slowly turned back, clenching his teeth against the discomfort of the sudden shift in position. “Are you trying to imply that you were interested in pursuing a relationship with me beyond the friendship we already have, a romantic relationship, and… are you further trying to imply that I would somehow reject you because of what we’ve just lived through together? What the hell are you on, Sherlock?” “Given Mycroft’s insistence of notating my chart during my recovery process, I suspect Tramadol.” “Yeah. Well. Yes, I’m interested in a relationship with you. I wish I could provide an articulate enough argument that would wipe the rest of that rubbish out of your head, but it’s taking all I’ve got not to be pissed off by the implication. In light of the circumstances, I will let it go, in favor of proving you wrong later. Don’t take any cases until you are off that stuff, you idiot,” he said, as he kissed Sherlock lightly on the forehead.
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John felt as if his brain was running particularly slowly. “I don’t understand how deliberately exposing your body to more pain helped to preserve your heart.”
“I was…” Sherlock frowned. “Well, it may no longer be a factor. If indeed it ever was. I was not willing to risk what Moriarty ultimately wanted to achieve. The destruction of our relationship. To have you unable to look at me without seeing me as a victim, as your victim, and seeing yourself in the worst light possible. To taint that experience, before it ever had a chance to happen. In preserving your heart, I preserve mine.”
John slowly nodded. It was a steep price to pay to preserve their friendship. “And… the ‘may no longer be a factor’ part?”
As painful as it was to move about, for the first time Sherlock turned away from John. “Perhaps you would find a damaged body less appealing, if you ever did find it so in the first place. But our minds are both still intact. We are both here. We are both alive. It was not the only choice which could have achieved that outcome, but it was a good choice.”
“Sherlock, are you saying that you think I would… that you were…” John stopped and collected his thoughts. “Look at me.” Sherlock slowly turned back, clenching his teeth against the discomfort of the sudden shift in position. “Are you trying to imply that you were interested in pursuing a relationship with me beyond the friendship we already have, a romantic relationship, and… are you further trying to imply that I would somehow reject you because of what we’ve just lived through together? What the hell are you on, Sherlock?”
“Given Mycroft’s insistence of notating my chart during my recovery process, I suspect Tramadol.”
“Yeah. Well. Yes, I’m interested in a relationship with you. I wish I could provide an articulate enough argument that would wipe the rest of that rubbish out of your head, but it’s taking all I’ve got not to be pissed off by the implication. In light of the circumstances, I will let it go, in favor of proving you wrong later. Don’t take any cases until you are off that stuff, you idiot,” he said, as he kissed Sherlock lightly on the forehead.