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“Isn’t the snow so pretty, Liam?” The raven haired man asked his companion excitedly as they walk in the cold, winter weather.
“Indeed it is, quite majestic as well.” William smiled at the sight of two boys, clad in snow boots and winter gear, building a snowman. Their parents watching amusedly from the window. The scene reminded William a bit of him and Louis, his dear little brother. William wonders how he is doing back in London…is he alright? Is he doing well? Is he taking care of himself? Even when Albert or he himself aren’t there? What if-
“Liam?! Oi!”
William’s focus snapped back into reality and focused on his now worried partner. William’s heart clenched as he saw azure eyes gleaming in concern for him.
William smiled, “It’s fine, Sherly. I was just…” Red eyes turned back to the two young boys, now having a snowball fight, “thinking about Louis.”
Sherlock watched William for a little more, then sighed.
William startled and blushed when he felt a warm, gloved hand enclose around his left. “Wha-Sherly?”
Sherlock smiled at him, “C’mon, Liam. Let’s continue walking.”
They both continued walking through the streets of the now snow covered New York. The snow crunching underneath their boots, William looked back at the footprints that they made, the footprints making him feel nostalgic in a weird way.
“I’m sure that he’s okay.” William turned his head around to face Sherlock, red eyes widened a tad in surprise.
Sherlock faced William, face set in determination. “I don’t know exactly how to prove it to you, but I’m sure he’s okay. You can have a little bit more faith in him, y’know. Not that you don’t have faith in him already, but yeah.” Sherlock kept on looking at William, staring into those ruby red orbs that he came to treasure. “He’ll be okay.”
William, after a moment, chuckled. “I never knew that you were good at uplifting speeches, Sherly.”
“Ey, at least I tried.” Sherlock laughed, but was cut off when William suddenly connected his forehead with Sherlock’s.
“Thank you so much. For everything.” William whispered, tone coated in gratefulness with his ruby eyes closed, just leaning his head against his lover’s.
Sherlock smiled, “Anything for you, Liam.”