For John

“Mmm - Mendelssohn Lied ohne Worte number seven in E-flat major,” John mumbled groggily. “I always loved when you played that one.”

“Since when have you known what the songs were called?” The question came out a bit more snappish than Sherlock had intended, but John just closed his eyes again and shrugged.

“Since you died,” he said simply.

Oh. “I . . . didn’t know.”