PERFECTION.

aithusathesherlockedmerlinbaby:

allthisandheaven:

andromedaic:

Forget the phone call, forget the fall, forget John alone at Baker Street.

This is what broke me.

This change in demeanour, the nod of “get yourself into check, soldier on” and the military turn, is John: destroyed.

This is whitewashed John, boring John, bored John…John Before Sherlock.

Except now it’s John After Sherlock, and he knows exactly what (who) he is missing.

someone to understand me.

Not to mention his limp, his fucking limp

The limp only Sherlock saw through

The limp only Sherlock managed to get rid of

The limp John no longer needed when Sherlock was there

The limp that he takes on once more because his best friend isn’t there anymore

Sherlock kept him steady, and now that he’s gone there isn’t anything left for John to lean on