You can’t not tell me these two aren’t bros.
I bet you they even have a code word for “Fucking christ, Sherlock is being a twat. I need a pint, you in?”
I’m pretty sure every single fic I’ve ever written has a scene of Greg and John in a pub, knocking back a few pints. Like, I just see it happening all the time.
Also, can we look at how this contrasts with Sherlock and John’s relationship?
John and Greg = MATES
Sherlock and John = BOYFRIENDS
Had to point that out….
^^thisssss^^ and They definitely hang out. I mean, Sherlock called Greg for anecdotes on John for his speech. I take that as Greg and John associate outside of Sherlock on a semi-regular basis.
Miss Morstan and I stood together, and her hand was in mine. A wondrous subtle thing is love, for here were we two who had never seen each other before that day, between whom no word or even look of affection had ever passed, and yet now in an hour of trouble our hands instinctively sought for each other. I have marvelled at it since, but at the time it seemed the most natural thing that I should go out to her so, and, as she has often told me, there was in her also the instinct to turn to me for comfort and protection. So we stood hand in hand, like two children, and there was peace in our hearts for all the dark things that surrounded us.