“Listen, what I said before John, I meant it. I don’t have friends; I’ve just got one.”-Sherlock
Sherlock and Victor going to the seaside during the summer holiday and lying on the beach feeding each other icecream and Victor making sure Sherlock doesn’t burn and watching as he breaks out into freckles and then later kissing down his chest and trying to count all of the new freckles on his skin.
Like, can you imagine him in woolen jumpers?
You know, I believe that true focus lies somewhere between rage and serenity.