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"Sherlock, I don't understand." John Watson looks at his flatmate, Sherlock Holmes, deeply in the eyes. "What's there not to understand, John?" Sherlock seems to pin John in his place with his gaze. "You said that..." John looks down at his feet, not knowing where else to go with that statement. "That, I did, John, and what's your answer?" He stares down at the ex-army doctor. "Yes." John looks up at his friend and bites his lip. "Yes?" Sherlock looks at him, a slightly amused expression on his face. "Yes. Why did you ask me, out of anyone you know you asked me. Why?" "Because I know you...and I trust you." John smiles at Sherlock. "