Whatever you do don’t think about Lestrade spending two years kicking himself for having his faith shaken so easily. Don’t think about the first case where he needs help and doesn’t even realize until after he’s sent the text that he won’t get a response anymore. Dont think about how he probably only saw John once in those two years. Don’t think about him watching Anderson descend into guilt-racked madness and lose everything, and wanting to both throttle him for causing this and comfort him because he’s damn close to that same edge. And don’t think about the moment Lestrade found out that by jumping Sherlock saved his life, too. Just don’t think about Lestrade in those two years.
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