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two years, two FUCKING YEARS after sherlock dies and john is still gruffly choking out a plea, a demand for sherlock to return from the dead, at no point did he apparently say to himself, this is rubbish, you’ve got to stop, he’s gone and just let it go, move on, outwardly he presents this appearance of doing better, moving on, but jesus, he is alone and thinking about sherlock again and he’s still. fucking. wishing. him. back.