Sherlock is expecting the punch. As the pain blossoms on his cheek (very consistent, well done John), he feels a certain satisfaction borne out of the idea that he’s somehow apologising without having to use the words, because Sherlock knows himself well enough to acknowledge that he’d take the punch over the words every single time.
“I never had anyone to leave behind. Anyone who’d miss me.”
If you’ve seen a better picture of a dog dressed as two dogs carrying a present today, I don’t believe you.
Love. Love. Love.
……..the dystany of a great kingdom rests on the shoulders of a young boy….
…….his name: Merlin.