“You didn’t get married.”
John let out a broken laugh, tired eyes dropping to the floor.
“No, Sherlock, I didn’t get married.”
Silence had descended upon the room and Sherlock, ever unsure what social niceties dictated he should do, dropped his case by the door and slipped off his coat, laying it over the arm of the sofa. He didn’t sit down though,
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