Sherlock felt the familiar heat surge in his abdomen again at the touch: hope strung taut between head and heart as in all the quiet moments between them, when Sherlock sometimes got the clues all mixed up and thought maybe John felt something too. For once, Sherlock is the idiot.
This one stands out in the incredible quality of its descriptions – especially of John – and how in-character and accustomed to each other John and Sherlock are shown to be.
Great – John and Sherlock’s dialogue and body language is spectacular. They stand and talk and breathe in character.