Oh, this is a wonderful line, "I remember thinking vaguely about the fact that my heartbeat was supplying some of the warmth passing into his fingers, and that there was a decent use for the thing." That's just--a perfect piece of slash writing, where the protagonist doesn't know his own worth, and is so in love, and wants to give so much. And imagining someone like Holmes giving a hug like that...Oh. You own this genre.