"How did she take it?" queried Sherlock, the instant John walked through the door.
"How did you know I'd ended it?" asked John.
"I knew you'd do nothing else- we love each other." said Sherlock. John raised an eyebrow. Sherlock looked sheepishly away, "Plus your shoelaces are in double knots and you have saltwater marks on your shirt..."
"Humph."
"But the first was more romantic, and besides, it's true. We're meant to be, you and I, John." John gaped at Sherlock. Then,
"She didn't take it very well, no."
"Ah."
"She cried a lot."
"Oh dear."
"I feel awful."
"Fancy some tea?" asked shook his head miserably, and sat beside Sherlock on the sofa. Sherlock pulled John's head into his lap and stroked his hair. John shut his eyes, at peace.
"It's all going to be alright," said Sherlock.