Your Loss Would Break My Heart

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Would you come here a moment?

No,tell me,have you?

Just…… come here.

No,I’m fine.

I’ve thought long and hard about what I want to say to you.

These are prepare words,Mary. I’ve chosen these words with care.

OK.

The problems of your past are your business.

The problems of your future are my privilege.

It’s all I have to say,it’s all I need to know.

No,I didn’t read it.

You don’t even know my name.

Is “Mary Watson”good enough for you?

Yes, oh my god,yes.

Then it’s good enough for me,too.

All this does not mean that I’m not still basically pissed off with you.

No, I know, I know.

I am very pissed off, and it will come out now and then.

I know,I know.

You can mow the sodding lawn from now on.

I do mow the lawn.

I do it lads.

You really don’t.

I choose the baby’s name.

Not a choose.

Also……Your loss would break my heart.

What the hell am I supposed to say to that?!

Merry Christmas.

You hate Christmas.

Yes, Perhaps there was something in the punch.

Clearly. Go and have some more.

So you realize that Sherlock got us out here to see his mum and dad for a reason?

His lovely Mom and Dad, a fine example of married life. I get that.

That is the thing with Sherlock, It’s always the unexpected.