let it roll, let it crash down low

there’s a house down there but I lost it long ago. — Sisyphus, Andrew Bird

One day he met a strange man, with a strange name, called Sherlock, and his life flipped upside down. He felt something, finally, and it was something like peace. Something like happiness. With this strange person, he finally felt happy.

But with the good came the different. But that was okay, he decided, because different didn’t always mean bad. It just meant different.

Those days would come, though, the ones that reminded him of his pain, and the loneliness he once knew so well.

Or: John Watson has a PTSD/depressive episode and Sherlock has to find a way to help.