i don’t even ship mcfassy but this gif is too adorable

bookbinder-wandmaker:

Home.

Hell if that wasn’t a funny word.

He’d been up and down the breadth of the world, and double that distance through Africa, but he’d never called the savannah home, nor the frozen Himalayas, or even his native Britain.

He’d been raised in a fine manor, and taught from infancy to think of the place as that famous word.  Moran grew out of the habit quickly.

So it made him wonder how all of a sudden the Conduit Street flat he shared with James Moriarty had come to take on the moniker.  He’d caught himself thinking about it that way just the other day— I’d better get home, Moriarty’ll be waiting.  

They do say home is where the heart is, Moran thought as he stepped into their shared sitting room.  Moriarty glanced up from a solemn contemplation of his steepled hands and graced him with a quick smile as he entered.

Ah.  That must be it.