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Their minds reeling a playback of the bomb explosion at the pool, John and Sherlock were silent on the cab ride back to their flat.
There was so much they could say to each other after a highly emotional experience but they left everything unsaid.
John was very relieved to have both him and Sherlock alive after the whole ordeal, but it was frightening to relive it again on the cab ride back to 221b. He couldn’t stop and think about anything else. Everything came back around to the consulting detective sitting a cab’s width from himself. It was hard for John to tell Sherlock how much he appreciated living with him. He barely witnessed before any of Sherlock’s reactions to sentiment towards him, much less any sentiment from John.
What John didn’t realize was that tonight he’d get his answer.
Because right as John shut the door to their flat right behind them, he felt a pair of light and thin arms hug tightly around his shoulders.
“Sherlock, what?”
“Shh, John.” Then John found himself hugging Sherlock back and soon told himself this hug was all that was needed to convey their thoughts about each other. Well, for the moment, at least.