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Sherlock had left Mycroft's office in a flurry of anger and had immediate gone in search of John. Though observant as he was, he had nearly passed over the doctor. Between the full, unkempt, beard and the weight that he'd lost, John was nearly unrecognizable. If it hadn't been for the way he sat, stick straight on the bench in true military style, he might have missed him. Sherlock watched from across the street for a short time, all the while fingering the silver ring that adorned his left hand. That had been 45 minutes ago, and despite giving John an abridged version of the past two years, John still didn't show signs of recognizing his husband. "John?" Sherlock stood and stepped back a few paces, not wanting John to feel threatened. "Stay here. I'm going to get you a hot meal. Nod if you understand." John moaned and continued to rock back and forth on the bench while worrying with the silver ring on his finger that perfectly matched Sherlock’s.

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