Anonymous said:

Sherlock could see the practicality of the garment. A hood to hide your face, drawstring to keep the wind from blowing it off you, bulky, thick fabric to keep you warm and disguise the shape of the body under neath, the large pocket for hands and tools and trinkets. But the practicality didn’t matter. He had stolen John’s hoodie long ago for none of these reasons, but merely because it smelled of the man—still did, even though John hadn’t seen it or Sherlock for nearly three years.