"And somebody loves you. Why, if I had to punch that face, I'd avoid your nose and teeth, too."
In which Sherlock's bruise reads John's mind.
ETA: On second thought, did I just draw something like a cover for a cheesy romance novel? Because I was browsing used paperbacks the other day and laughing myself silly at the cover art, and then... oops. Ah well, I can't take myself too seriously. (Tumblr link)