awww great story thanks for sharing xx

Aww, the ending was so depressing, but the before part was very good and sweet. Mind if I just ignore that last part and pretend John and Sherlock just lived happily ever after and Moriarty randomly spontaneously combusted somewhere far away?

Gah I love it

Sweet and wrenching at the same time. Bravo.

That was wonderful and lovely AND WHY DID YOU MAKE THE END SAD?

I'M ALL TEARY NOW. You must take responsibility for this and write a fic where Sherlock returns! Well, you don't have to, I suppose. But I'd really appreciate it if you did.

Wait, what? Who are you and why are you brilliant?

First off, Christmas is coming. I've been extremely good this year, and I WANT A DUTCH BOY. Specifically, *that* Dutch boy. Is anybody going to get him for me? God, I hope so.

"Out of sheer relief (oh, and something else, naturally) Sherlock let John have his merry way with him, all through the night, until neither of them could sit up the next day, which was all to the good." Good, hell. It's *superb*. What a wonderful sentence.

Three months! Go, John and Sherlock!

"You would look at him and think what if he—? and try to quash the thought, but then the next day you would see him walk to the kitchen in nothing but a towel wrapped around his delicious hips." Mmmm. Yes. A big red stocking full of "yes" to this with holly and mistletoe on top.

This whole thing is just funny and smart and knowing and hot. And then there's the ending, which is like a highly poetic stab in the eye. Good heavens, woman. You are talented. Instant favorite.