[To be perfectly honest... John isn't sure what he thinks yet. He knows he missed Sherlock terribly during those two years he was away. It was as if he'd been missing his own limb, and no one could fill that great void - not even Mary, if he was being truthful. When Sherlock looks him in the eye and says that, something catches in John's throat, and he can't reply right away.

The smiling shouldn't have John smiling too, but he is, just a little bit.]

Sherlock... [He sighs, shaking his head.] You know I missed you, every bloody waking moment you were gone.

You know I forgive you, for what you put me through, right?