— That was the doorbell. Couldn't you hear it?
— It's in the fridge. It kept ringing.
— Oh, that's not a fault, Sherlock!
— What sort of case?
— Too big and dangerous for any sane individual to get involved in.
— Yo trying to put me off?
— God, no. Trying to recruit you.
— Sherlock, please tell me you haven't just gone out of your mind.
— I'd rather keep you quessing.
— You... You never felt pain, didn't you? Why did you never feel pain?
— You always feel it, Sherlock. But you don't have to fear it! Pain...heartbreak...loss...death...it's all good. It's all good.<...>
It's raining, it's pouring, Sherlock is boring. I'm laughing, I'm crying, Sherlock is dying. Come on, Sherlock. Just die, why can't you? One little push and off you pop. You're going to love being dead. No one ever bothers you.
— You will look after him for me, won't you?
— Don't worry. I'll keep him in trouble.
— That's my girl.
— No, you can't come, you're pregnant.
— You can't go, I'm pregnant!
— What is that?
— It's a tyre level.
— Why?
— Cos there were loads a smackheads in there and one of them might need help with a tyre.
— I'll see you tonight.
— What's tonight?
— I'll text instructions.
— Yeah, I'll text you if I'm available.
— You are, I checked.
— You have a girlfriend?
— Yes, yes, I'm going out with Janine. I thought that was fairly obvious.
— Yes. Well, yes. You..you... you are in a relationships?
— Yes, I am.
— You and Janine?
— Yes, me and Janine.
— Care to elaborate?
— Well, we're in a good place. It's...very affirming.
— You got that from a book.
— Everyone got that from a book.
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