Sherlock: *In a Warning Tone* My dearest Watson. John: Oh! hello, Holmes. Are you well? Sherlock: ...
John: Er. *turns to his wife. looks back at Sherlock* John: It is not what it appears! Sherlock: No? Is it not what it appears? John: John: Holmes, I beg of you, please understand. John: *gestures to Mrs Watson* The Fair Lady is merely my wife! The love of my life, that is all. Sherlock: Oh? The love of your life, Mr John Watson? I should hope so? John: Of course. You are still the platonic love of my life! Sherlock: *Pleased, but still hesitant* Then I remain yourselves foremost friend? Your dearest and bestest? John: *relieved* Completely! You understand me wholly. Sherlock: :] Well, then, I suppose it is alright. All is well. John & Sherlock: :D [inside, but not hiding it very well] Mrs Watson: ... Mrs Watson: *sigh* Mrs Watson: *shakes head minutely with a small befuddled, fond, smile*









