Man's Best Friend (слэш)

“Britt,” Sherlock replied, absently, and the puppy twisted to look up at him as though she recognized her name. She put a paw on Sherlock’s chest, as high as she could reach, and licked his chin. A tear streaked down Sherlock’s cheek and Britt’s blanket fell to the floor as he lifted her up and let her lick all over his face and cheeks, laughter bubbling up from his chest for the first time in months. “John - you - this is why you’ve been, why you’ve…”
"I, erm, wanted it to be a surprise. Seems like you needed someone to take care of, and I thought she…she might help, a bit.”
Britt’s cold nose was in Sherlock’s ear, but he didn’t mind. He scratched her neck, her long red-brown hair soft under his fingers. He couldn’t stop smiling. “You got me a puppy,” he said.