Oh holy christ. Am as close to sobbing as I can be with people in the next room who might not understand why I'm huddled in front of my computer & crying. Ahhhh I don't know if it affected me so much when I first read it but damn. The repeated "It's time/it's not time" worked so well, and starting with John being the first who died. Just...ow.
Specifically the point where Sherlock is looking at the photograph and it's so vibrant, I can see the shot so clearly, and then this:
Lestrade didn’t see him anymore.
Sherlock shut the book and held it to his chest. Lestrade was shuffling around in the kitchen, making tea. He loved Gregory; he could say that now. He needed to say it now, and hear it in return.
But Christ, did he miss his husband.
Yes. Ow. And lovely. Just lovely. You are so bloody talented <3
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Specifically the point where Sherlock is looking at the photograph and it's so vibrant, I can see the shot so clearly, and then this:
Lestrade didn’t see him anymore.
Sherlock shut the book and held it to his chest. Lestrade was shuffling around in the kitchen, making tea. He loved Gregory; he could say that now. He needed to say it now, and hear it in return.
But Christ, did he miss his husband.
Yes. Ow. And lovely. Just lovely. You are so bloody talented <3