Sherlock: How sorry can I be?
John: How sorry are you?
Sherlock: I don’t know how to express it.
John: Then I don’t know how to fix it.
Sherlock: There is a prevalent theory in-
John: Sherlock.
Sherlock:
Sherlock:
Sherlock:
Sherlock:
Sherlock: When I see you, I can’t breathe. I can’t think for fear that I broke the only thing in my life that gave me more than purpose. That I shattered my life when I fell from that roof.
John:
John:
Sherlock: When I smell your scent, it drives me mad. When I see your jumpers around the flat, my heart skips beats. Full beats. When I hear you, your voice resonates within my stomach.
John:
John:
John:
Sherlock: I have never felt before. I have never wanted to feel. Never knew that there was something to feeling. But when you walked into my life, John, I felt something. And when you were out of it. When I heard you whisper my name when you thought I was cold and dead on the pavement. When I ran without you, in the wilds of Europe for 2 years. I couldn’t find a way to fix the hole that I felt. I couldn’t bring myself to completeness. I couldn’t dissect enough, I couldn’t evolve. Because without you, John.
John:
John:
Sherlock: I am a lesser human.
John:
John:
Sherlock: Where do we go from here?
John:
John:
John:
John: I know that I have said on many an occasion that I am not gay.
Sherlock: John-
John: Stop.
Sherlock:
Sherlock:
John: But when I walked into that laboratory in the early moments of our relationship. You were able to put a period at the end of a sentence. A sentence that I was unable to finish. I was stuck. I was running from a past that I couldn’t get away from.
Sherlock:
Sherlock:
Sherlock:
John: And you dissected me. You pulled me apart. You torn down my walls. Moments, Sherlock. Moments, and you took me apart from piece to piece, and you left me to pick up the pieces that I wanted.
Sherlock:
John: And then you died. And another sentence started. Something that I didn’t want to finish. I didn’t want to forget you. I didn’t want to make your memory ashamed. I didn’t know how to live up to the expectation that I had been living up too, with you.
Sherlock:
John: Then there was Mary. And she helped. But I found that she didn’t end my sentence either. She merely put a semi-colon there. She started a story within another story. And it worked. I let it work.
Sherlock:
John: And then you came home. You barreled back into my world. And the sentence ended abruptly. Between an and, and a question mark, you put a period there. And you took control.
Sherlock:
Sherlock:
John: Sherlock, I am not gay.
Sherlock:
Sherlock:
Sherlock:
Sherlock:
John:
John:
John:
John: But I am yours. Somehow this is what I have been living for. I have been moving in one direction my whole life. Every moment. From primary school, to University, to Med school, to the military, to that cold laboratory, to the moment when you walked out, and of all the pieces that were laying on the floor at my feet. I picked you, and left everything else behind.
Sherlock:
John:
