Poor John...

My subconscious is extremely sensitive, it seems: after reading about Funk's dream, in which Benedict Cumberbatch made an appearance, it decided I needed a Sherlock-themed dream, so I dreamed about Sherlock and John last night. I don't remember what happened, only that I walked into their flat and Sherlock had just been a total bastard to poor John, who was sitting at the table looking on the verge of tears. So I went to him and tried to comfort him, I took his hands in mine and told him "Come on, you know what he's like, he didn't really mean it". He just looked at me with big puppy eyes and I kissed his knuckles.

I don't know what happened afterwards because of a magical change of scenery, but I suspect that Sherlock was hovering just behind my back and about to knock me out because I'd dared to touch (and kiss!) his John. XD