Johnlockian

There was something weird going on with Sherlock. He barely talked to me anymore, hadn't touched his violin in at least 2 weeks, was almost always somewhere else, rejected every case Lestrade offered him. It was weird. I was worried about him. Sherlock was about to go somewhere, when I stopped him. 'What's going on Sherlock?' I asked him. He ignored me. I grabbed his arm and turned him to look at me. 'Sherlock! What is wrong?' I asked. He looked at me with a pained expression. I frowned. 'What's wrong?' I asked again. He sighed and looked at his feet. Then he looked up at me again and did something I hadn't expected at all. He kissed me.