Honest

"Would you tell me if it was really important?" He asks, wishing that Sherlock would look him in the eye so he knows they understand each other. Sherlock sighs, almost inaudibly. "Yes, John, I would. Honest." And he looks John, in the eye, but only for the moment that John's name crosses his lips. ((two AM drabble. Fluff. Boys kissing. The usual.))