Almost stopped reading in the middle (when Sherlock's head hits John's lap, to be exact), because I thought this was going to be another fic that treated Lestrade like a piece of sacrificing lamb. Glad I didn't.

The kiss was unexpected and quite sweet, laced with some amount of bitterness considering what had gone down in the previous chapter/part as well as the respective (not-so-bright) headspace the two are in regarding the relationship between them. But I was so glad that Lestrade made the move which is unusual because typically I want Lestrade to have nothing to do with the genius git when the latter is in any variation of the messed-up state (the drug use in this piece constitutes such imo).

Thanks for writing!