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"John, I'm sorry." Sherlock ran a hand through his hair in agitation. He was so sorry about what he'd done; he honestly hadn't meant to do it. John pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed deeply. "I trusted you, Sherlock. I really did, and you gave me that." He looked at Sherlock with a mix of disgust and disappointment, causing the younger man to flinch under his icy gaze. "I was distracted and wasn't paying attention to what I was doing, I didn't mean to harm you. John, you know I didn't mean to harm you." Sherlock pleaded, grabbing onto his flatmate's shoulders. "I love you, John." Sherlock finally stammered in desperation. "So don't leave."
Clothes littered the floor and the stairs, jumpers and trousers strewn here and there. "You forgive me?" Sherlock asked hopefully, placing his arm on John's bare shoulder. After receiving a stern look from the other man, Sherlock added in hastily "I'll never mix up the sugar and sweetener when making tea again."