texts//teenlock

fifty seven

sherlock sat on the steps, watching the door. the second he heared john scuff his feet on the concrete steps, he got up and opened the door before john could knock. sherlock latched onto john the second he saw him, getting a chuckle from the boy that was hugging him back. he buried his face into john's shoulder, inhaling the sweet scent of the boy, melting in the warmth of his hug.

he felt safe.

he was safe.