He wants to believe it with every part of his soul, the words sound so good to him as John speaks them. He wanted to feel the way their minds had connected again during the Drift, it was an amazing rush, better than any drug induced one he'd ever had before. And lucky for John he hadn't had to deal with sexual experiences in Sherlock's memories.

Sherlock found the idea of it dull, a distraction from his experiments and research. Beyond the fact that he'd never found anyone worth being distracted by.

When Mycroft comes in, others flooding in behind him to remove them from their suits, his eyes are narrowed slightly, expecting the worst. Yet that's not the case, only Mycroft could trick him into thinking it was, but then he's calling them both Rangers and relief floods him.

"Yes, fine." No 'sir', no respect. Sherlock is as always, a total twat when it comes to his brother. He gets a look from Mycroft for it, but his brother knows he won't get any better than that. After they've been removed from their suits and lead back down out of Vatican Cameo, Sherlock knows he needs time to dissect every little thing he'd seen in John's memories.

"..." He'll be deep in thought already, fingers running over lips as he ponders everything over. Rather a party pooper, he should be wanting a hard drink after that, shouldn't he?