"You can't be serious, you're leaving the wedding early after all the work I did?"
Sherlock stopped short and spun angrily, glowering at the younger man in the suit.
"All the work you did, who was the one Youtubing serviettes?"
"Who was the one who told you about them?"
Sherlock stood silent for a moment before deflating.
"What does it matter anyway, it's an ending of an era."
I thought it was a new chapter."
"Like you would know, you're just the fairy."
"And you're just the planner, fitting we end the night together."
"What do you mean?"
"Well I know a wonderful pub that just recently seen the death of an old regular."
"Foot the tab to Torchwood?"
"Your brother can pay for the cab."
