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John and Sherlock were finally home after their long night of drinking with their new relations. John was slumped across Sherlock's lap and Sherlock had a book resting atop John's unmoving form. "Are you asleep?" Sherlock whispered.

"Yes." John mumbled.

"Will you marry me?" Sherlock murmured.

"I ready sid yes." John slurred.

"You said yes before I could ask the question." Sherlock smiled.

"Yes. I'll murry you." John mumbled.

"You know I'll ask you again when you're not drunk." Sherlock hoped John would say the same in the morning.

"I'll say yes thin too." John murmured.

"I love you." Sherlock said softly. His only answer was John's soft snoring.