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    The letter had been nothing but grief wrapped in barbed wire. Every word a deflection, every sentence tipped with venom he didn’t mean. And Sherlock—bloody Sherlock—had taken it. Just taken it. Because he cared. Because, in that maddening, twisted way that was his alone, he loved John.
    Loved him in the way that said, I can take it, hit me again. In the way that said, I’ll put a gun to my own brother’s head if it means you walk out of here alive.
    It wasn’t right. It wasn’t healthy. John knew that. But knowing didn’t stop the part of him that… relished it. The part that was selfish enough to find comfort in it.
    And now, to think that it might all be about to end—this strange, fragile life they’d built—it made something raw twist in his chest. It made him want to slam a fist into the nearest wall, shout until his voice broke.
    Because despite every protest, every denial, every stubborn piece of posturing, John had finally understood something in the past year.
    He loved him.
    He loved Sherlock Holmes in every way a man could love another man.

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    15 Aug 2025