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*Sherlock sighed as well, resting his head on John’s. He really was more than tired… He hadn’t been able to sleep well over the last months, nightmares…* Sure, you can come. But only if you promise me not to punch my brother in the face. *He couldn’t hide a little chuckle, imagining John on top of his brother. Thinking about food, made Sherlock frown.* No…please no food…I’m not in the mood for food right now… But you’re right, I’m really tired…

-SH

*John frowned a little, looking up and down at Sherlock.* You could need a good meal, you know? You look even more thinner than when I first met you… *He chuckled as well, stroking his cheek.* No, don’t worry. I’m not going to punch him. I just want to hear his explaination… *John grabbed Sherlock’s hand and stood up from the sofa, pulling Sherlock with him.* Then let’s go to bed. I’m tired as well…

-JW

*Sherlock looked up in surprise, but took John’s hand and followed him without thinking about for too long. He only realised now how tired and exhausted he really was… His legs felt so weak, and he could barely hold his eyes open…* Will you join me…in my bed…? I mean…I’ll probably have a better sleep when you’re besides me… *Sherlock followed John through the kitchen into his bedroom. He was genuinely surprised to see that it really was still the same. It even smelled the way it did before he left…*

-SH

*John had to stop in front of the bed, memories coming back to him like a wave. As he said, he didn’t change a single thing and wasn’t in here very often. Only when he thought, he couldn’t live without him anymore, he used to go inside of the room and stay there for a while, just remembering Sherlock. Now that he was standing right next to John, it was almost too much to cope with. John sat down on the bed carefully, looking at Sherlock with a faint smile.* I haven’t been in here for a while…

-JW

*Sherlock just stood in front of John, his gaze wandering around his own room. It felt utterly strange and unfamiliarly to be here again…it was his room after all… Sitting down besides John, Sherlock had another look around.* It so strange to be here again… *He let himself fall backwards, enjoying the feeling the soft bed sheet. Looking up at John, Sherlock began to stroke his back.* Are you comfortable with this? Or is this too much…?

-SH

*John relaxed slightly under Sherlock’s hand, looking down at him with a more certain smile.* No, it’s fine. It’s just confusing and … I don’t know the right words for this. But it’s fine. *He let himself fall backwards as well, snuggling closer to Sherlock. He threw the bedsheet over the both of them, sighing contently. He was tired as well, but not enough to sleep. John just wanted to lie next to Sherlock, watching him in his sleep.*

-JW

*Sherlock snuggled closer to John as well, resting his head on John’s chest. Closing his eyes, he let sighed contently. Listening to John’s steady heartbeat, Sherlock realized again how much he had missed this. He wasn’t able to sleep lately, but now…he could just close his eyes and stop worrying. He immediately felt his body relaxing in John’s arms. Smiling, he slowly dove off into a deep sleep.*

-SH

*John snuggled as close as he could, pressing his body against Sherlock’s. He wanted to be as close as possible and he wrapped his arms around Sherlock, holding him tight. He slowly became extremely tired, but he was too afraid that Sherlock wouldn’t be there anymore, when he woke up. John watched him for a long while, slowly beginning to understand and believe that this was true. That it was Sherlock, he was holding in his arms. Finally sleep took over him after a long while, and it was the first night, John slept without any nightmares…

-JW