Sherlock had always been reckless. He worried you, he’d almost been poisoned just a week ago, and now you couldn’t get the image of him spitting out the poison and almost choking on it out of your mind. You had never been more afraid of losing him than you were in that moment, it was safe to say that you were now a little on edge as you watched him sip on his wine. Your chest felt tight, and your heart rate was soaring. Sherlock definitely noticed.

“{{user}}, love? What’s wrong?”