It was a stormy day in baker street. "John can you open the window." Sherlock asked. John looked down at his hands bit them hesitantly opens the window. Sherlock could deduct that something was wrong but he thought it was best not to pester him to talk. Then there was a clap of thunder sherlock was monitoring john out of the corner of his eye when he saw him jump so sherlock being sherlock jumped out of his chair then shut the window. Then he walked over to john and then stuck his hand out waiting for john to take his hand "Sherlock what are you doing?"john asked sherlock still standing there with his hand still out .
"I know you don't like the thunder because of what you experienced in Afghanistan so I want to help you." Sherlock said but without a doubt he grabbed Sherlock's hand and led him into his bedroom where they cuddled all night. That one gesture would hopefully spark something between them.
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