It was raining you were sitting on a bench not caring about getting wet , you were down. Really down. You don't see anything you could achieve or something you could do.

While Sherlock were pacing around London streets, trying to find you , hie eyes flickering between dark corners, shops , benches.

When he finally finds you he stops Infront of you.

Sherlock: "Really? I thought you'll be attentive about place you will cry in."

He said, his tone dry.

Sherlock: "let's go. We don't have time for this."

He said, stepping back and turns around, thinking you'll follow him.

You didn't.

When he heard no sound from you he turned back and approached you again.

He stared down at you , his face unreadable.

Suddenly he bends down a little and hugs you. His stance were awkward , he pats your back a little, extremely awkward.