You know the kissing scene between Sherlock and Jim.
I was wondering what was on Sherlock's mind when he looked so confused.
And since we all know that Sherlock's thoughts are pretty quick, I put this inner monologue on digital paper.

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Why exactly was he doing this?

Sitting on the same roof with his archenemy.
Scaring John to hell.
Faking his death.

Why?

Because it was fun?
Because it was expected of him?
Because he loved James Moriarty?
Stop.

Love?
But how could he love him?

He was a high functioning sociopath.
He was on the side of the angels.
In some way he was with John.
As everybody said.

And John was standing downstairs with a fake body of his.

Was he a hypocrite now?
Was he a fraud now?
Was he crazy now?
He couldn't get a clear thought anymore.

Who was he doing this for?

For john?
For Mrs. Hudson?
For Lestrade?
For Molly?
For Mycroft?
For James?
For himself?

What exactly was that what he was doing?

Faking his death.
Shutting down Moriarty's network.
Kissing Jim.

Kissing Jim?

Kissing Jim.

In that moment he realised he was doing it for himself.
And for James.