Sherlock: Your birthday gift.
John: I gathered that much. But what exactly is this?
Sherlock: What does it look like?
John: Like an exposé for a cottage in Sussex.
John: What? Do you want to gift me a cottage for my fortieth birthday?
Sherlock: Half a cottage to be precise. I'd keep the other half.
John: That's way too much. And I honestly don't understand it.
Sherlock: It would be for weekends and vacation first. But I'd hoped that you –if you don't find yourself a wife and start a family and leave me eventually – would retire there with me one day in the distant future.
John: You want to grow old with me?
Sherlock: You're my best friend. Of course I want to grow old with you.
John: Usually lovers retire together, Sherlock, not friends.
Sherlock: Our friendship has never been ordinary, John. I don't see a reason why we shouldn't retire together.
John: That's true. But you still can't gift me a house. Or half a house. That's too much.
Sherlock: Would it be okay to do so if I courted you with the intention of forming an intimate relationship?
John: Do you honestly suggest that we date just so that you can buy me half a cottage?
Sherlock: Only if you're amenable to the idea.
John: I won't date you just to get a house! That's absurd.
Sherlock: And if we'd say I buy the cottage so that I could date you?
John: That's still absurd. You could simply date me because you want to.
Sherlock: I want to. And I want the cottage.
John: You're mad, you know that, right? Let's go have dinner.
Sherlock: Good. And when we're back from Angelo's, you should at least take a look at the exposé. The cottage has a winter garden that you could use at a study, so you could watch me tending the bees or training our dog while you work on your novel.
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