"You come upstairs with me to sleep?" John asks gently. I sit up straight.

"I think it's better I'll stay here. I'm too attractive, so you cannot stop hugging me. And besides it's almost 7 am, usually I am awake yet."

"You also know what you have to say, eh." He rubs with his finger the tip of my nose.

"Of course." I laugh proudly of myself. I feel much better. My humour is back and my love is with me. I cannot be happier.

"But I am going to sleep for a while. I don't want you to see me as a zombie."

"I'm already used to it." I let him now pseudo-friendly.

"You aren't changed at all."

"Wrong. I'm sure I lost at least thousand hairs because of the wound on my head." I response seriously. He sighs and walks up the stairs.

I stand up and it's almost impossible. Leaning on the couch I try to reach my coat. I pull out my phone and try to switch this annoying thing on. Of course it doesn't works.

***

"Sherlock. Wake up." I shake Sherlock up. He nodded off again. He groans.

"Carefully. Soon my heart jumps out of my chest." He laughs.

"You're still funny, eh." I sit down next to him, because in the meantime he sits up already. I lay a hand on his knee. He looks at me in love. "Can I watch your wound again?" I ask subtly. I still do not understand why he has wounds that big. Those men can get prison five years.

"With great pleasure." Voluntarily he pulls out his sweater, which makes him so cute. He throws his sweater aside. I reach out my arm and rubs it softly. The wound looks better.

"Does it still hurt?" I place my hand on the core of his wound. I put pressure lightly. He groans. "So yes." I give him rapidly a kiss on his hand to soften the pain.

"I can stand the pain, but not you care so much for me. I am totally melting." He kisses me tenderly on my neck. In lotus position he stares into my eyes.

"Your love declarations are violent." He responses proudly. I laugh and hold his hand. His hands are thick and red. On his knuckles you see the signs of a fight.

"You really do not look good." I confess.

"Well, thank you. I'll never give a compliment again." He pushes me away in jest and laughs cutely.

"I do not need compliments, give me love."

"You can get love." He throws a pillow to my face, with his only forces he has. I avoid. I push him backwards and I lie upon him.

"You may be almost dead, but I am not going to spare you."

"I surrender." He raises his hands in the air. I rapidly sit up, when I see he is in his bare chest. I giggle.

"What?" He asks, because he doesn't know why I'm laughing. I look away from him and I laugh at myself.

Mrs. Hudson walks up the stairs and I shy. Sherlock unsuspiciously looks at the clock. He is totally off the things around him, except for me.

"Do you want- Ooh, I'm sorry." She takes a step backwards and she's about to close the door.

"Mrs. Hudson! What you wanted to say?" She comes back, but looks at the ground. She thinks it's an embarrassing situation. I throw a sheet on Sherlock and only now he notices Mrs. Hudson is here. He puts the sheet around his shoulders. With his foot he tries to reach his sweater.

"I have to leave today and tomorrow. I would ask if you want to close the door in the evening."

"Of course, with pleasure." With a big smile I answer her wish. I stand up and walk away with her downwards. In the meantime Sherlock can put his sweater on. "Mrs. Hudson, do you allow pets?" I ask quietly and friendly. I lay a hand on her shoulder.

"Pets? Like a dog and cat?" I laugh. That's exactly how Sherlock would react.

"That's what pets are, yeah." I roll my eyes. I am surrounded by naïve people.

"If you clear away the hairs, then it's all fine." Of course I expected an answer like that. "But why do you ask secretly? Is it a birthday gift for Sherlock, maybe?"

"I don't even know, when it is his birthday. I was just wondering. Sherlock is deep in his mind palace. I don't want to interrupt him."

"Go back to Sherlock. And do what... you were doing." She rapidly walks into her kitchen.

Laughing I go upstairs. When I walk into the living room, Sherlock is sitting in the couch. – Completely naked. No I'm joking. – He wears the pull. He points at the couch inviting.

"Thanks, Sherlock."

"You do not have to thank me. It stands to reason I want to sit next to my boyfriend and spend time with him." This time he lays his hand on my leg.

"I'm glad I can be your love."

"That's an honour. I do not sell to everyone my heart." He comes closer to me and I'm getting warm. His complements are sincere. I should embrace him all day.

"I feel worthless if you say that sweet sentences."

"No. I don't like worthless people. Everybody is worthless, except for you." He kisses me sweetly and I keep him close. I don't give him the opportunity to stop this nice moment. Like a baby monkey, I embrace Sherlock.

Now a kitten...