And it was true. John wasn't angry with Sherlock. Not anymore. Confused, yes. Intrigued.

Was he gay then? Bi? Undecided? And what about Sherlock?

The kiss had been … nice actually, John thought. Except that he had been sure he was kissing a woman. Still, it had felt … right. Except that it had been Sherlock in a dress. What if it had been just Sherlock? Hypothetically. There was no such thing as just Sherlock. John tried to remember that night. Hadn't his thoughts flashed to the very man when Carlotta's lips brushed his? And would he ever admit it?

John sighed and joined his sister in front of the telly.

"Anything on?"

She shook her head and held out a bowl of crisps. He reluctantly took it and started eating, his thoughts drifting off to the detective. Having a festive 5-course-dinner. Or refusing it. The idea made John smile. Yes, Sherlock was sure to give his brother's family a hard time.