Epilogue — What Means the Most to Me

Sherlock lay in John's arms, utterly content. He saw all the love he felt mirrored in his husband's eyes. His voice was soft but steady as he spoke what was in his heart.

"In the forty years since we first met, we've been flatmates and partners, boyfriends and husbands. We've lost our virginity together in more ways than I can count. And each time, I felt like we couldn't possibly get any closer – until the next time, when we did. But through all of that, and everything that's to come, do you know what means the most to me?"

"That we're still best friends?"

"That we're still best friends."

The End

End Notes:

Dearest Readers,

Do you know what means the most to me as a writer? Your reviews and fic recs. If you've enjoyed this story (and I sincerely hope that you have) please take a moment to let me know. And if you have friends or followers who might like to read this, please recommend it to them. Thank you! :)

P.S. Now that this story is over, I'm ready to start posting my new Johnlock fic, Divinest Sense. Here's the summary:

John has been sectioned — deemed to be a danger to himself and others — and is facing six months in an experimental psychiatric treatment facility. After his recent drug overdose, Sherlock is being shipped off by his brother to live amongst the mad, as though this will somehow improve his mental health. What will happen when these two damaged men meet under the least auspicious of circumstances?

Hint: You can expect some humorous misunderstandings, burgeoning attraction, coded clues that the reader is invited to try to decipher, eventual explicit sex, and altogether more fluff than one might imagine, given the rather dark premise of this story.

Please check it out at fanfiction dot net /s/ 11910771/1/Divinest-Sense :)