At that point Sherlock made a choking noise, it took him a fraction of a second to realise this was a sob. The sob made him loose himself, he just sobbed harder, they racked through him, making him shake.
“Sherlock?” John’s concerned voice cut through. He looked up through the tears as John sat next to him. “Sherlock, what’s wrong?”
“N-nothing… I’m fine, go to your date, she-she’ll be waiting for you.” Sherlock choked out before sobbing again, John put an arm around Sherlock to comfort him.
“Sherlock, something’s bothering you. Tell me, I’m not going till you do.”
“It’s s-silly really, st-stupidic, moronic…”
“Sherlock, I doubt that.” John said and moved some of Sherlock’s hair out of Sherlock’s face. “Tell me, maybe I could help?”
“I-I’ve f-fallen in love….”
“Oh, is that the problem? That you don’t want to be in love?”
“Th-the problem… the problem is; is that h-he w-won’t love m-me back…” Sherlock tried not to sob again, but completely and utterly failed, his body shook as it left his throat.
“How do you know?”
“John, g-go… go to your date, h-have fun.”
“Sherlock. How many times have you cried over this git?”
“He’s not a git…”
“Clearly, if you love him but he doesn’t love you then he’s a git in my mind okay?”
“W-we aren’t dating… h-he’s n-not gay..”
“Okay, well then how many times have you cried over this fellow?”
“A-a few… mostly wh-when he goes on dates or I’m in bed…” Sherlock looked down at the floor making sure he didn’t look at John, he was certain John was straight.
“So… he had a date tonight?”
“He has one, but he won’t leave for it.” Sherlock kept his eyes averted.
“I might not be gay but I’m not straight.” John’s statement made Sherlock lift his head. “Why didn’t you just come talk to me?”
“I-i… you’re… you’re… you might have gotten angry…” Sherlock felt John’s arms wrap around him, in a comforting hug.
“I wouldn’t have, and I’m not angry and I want you to know Sherlock that, I love you too.”
“y-y-you love me? But… but why the dates?”
“They’ve only been women, I don’t know I think I thought I’d compare men to you and not women but… I did, Sherlock, I was trying to get over you.. you said you were married to your work and everything so I just…. I love you.”
“I love you too.” Sherlock wrapped his arms around John as well and snuggled into him……..
Around 15 minutes later Mrs Hudson received a phone call…
“Good evening. Mycroft here, Sherlock’s brother.”
“Yes, I know who you are love, what’s the problem?”
“I know it’s not your job but could you go up into the boy’s apartment and maybe put a blanket over them, they’re on the couch.”
“Wh- of course dear. Good bye now.” She hung up and went up the stairs quietly but excitedly, she opened the door to the boys flat and clear as day, they were cuddling on the couch, asleep. Mrs Hudson found a blanket and covered them with it. The sight made her feel proud and happy.