“Right.” John felt floored, lost, and somehow more comfortable than he had in weeks. “So. Um. I’m not leaving, you’re not leaving. You’re not cross with me for getting picked up like that, even though it was fairly pathetic. I distract you, threw you completely in fact, but that’s okay because we’re apparently in love and you’ll learn to deal with it, somehow, I don’t know how, but that’s your problem. If you freak out again - you might, so shut up - if you freak out again we’ll deal with it. I will do my best not to get kidnapped anymore and then you won’t have to worry about whether I’m betraying you anyway. We’ll figure out a way to take out Moriarty and it won’t be an issue any more, and you and I will live happily ever after solving crimes?”

“That sounds like a plan,” said Sherlock. John smiled.

The whole thing's gorgeous, but that paragraph/exchange is just...right. I'm glad you posted this. It had better not go anywhere ;)