"Liam, if I died, what would you do?" Sherlock asked out of a blue.
William threw his head back and stared at the night sky. "Nothing."
"Aw, man. That's so heartless of you!" He put his hand on his chest and acted as if he was in pain. William just chuckled, "I mean, nothing would change if I do something, right?" He tilted his head and stared at Sherlock. His blond hair was dancing with the wind's rythm, his crimson eyes locked with Sherlock's dark ones. All they could hear was the sound of the crickets. William broke the silence. "I would cry, tho. But that wouldn't change anything, would it?"
Sherlock blinked twice and avoided William's gaze, "You are so deep, I can't reach you."
"Would my depth stop you from reaching me?"
Sherlock grinned, "As if."
"Now, I'd like you to answer the same question you've thrown towards me," there was a pause,
"What would you do if I died?"
