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It was a week after John wedding, and Greg was at Baker Street to check up on Sherlock.
“How are you?” He looks horrible… How could John be so idiotic!
“Fine... Don’t worry Greg…” Sherlock's tone was falsely cheerful, his heart slowly building back the wall he had before he met John.
Greg frowns, he used my name… that’s not good. “You certainly don’t look fine…”
“Then stop looking and leave.” Why people are suddenly so concerned about how I feel… Ms. Hudson, Molly, Mycroft…
“Sherlock, you know you can talk to me… If you… If you are thinking about getting back to your old habits.” Greg puts slowly a hand on his friend shoulder. “I’m there for you… We are all.”
The detective quickly shrugs away the hand and gets up to walk away. “I am perfectly fine!”
“I want you to know that I am there for you!” Greg repeats.
“I ignored you perfectly the first time, you don’t need to repeat it!”
The older man rises to follow him “You can’t keep suffering like this!”
Opening the door, Sherlock silently waits for Greg to leave him alone.
“I will come back!”
Sherlock closes the door, thinking about the injection that was waiting for him. Don’t worry Greg… I won’t suffer pathetically for long… and he turns the bolt.