You handsome bastard.
You handsome bastard.
So what do you make of this little headshake and smile here? It’s not aimed at Mary, he’s look past her, he’s looking at John. Is it a simple: “I’m sorry this had to happen, John”? Is it because he’s in pain? Is it in response to something John did that we and Mary couldn’t see? Is it a sign of “Don’t trust what she’s saying, she’s lying”? Is it code for something else?
I assumed the head shake was a “Don’t do anything stupid like attack her, John, it’s not worth it, let me handle this” sort of thing, and the smirk you see several times in this scene and the Watsons Have A Domestic as his natural reaction to how much he loathes Mary. I don’t think Sherlock can possibly have told John everything; John really isn’t a good enough liar to say what he said at Baker Street if it was an act. Other thoughts?
That face pains me dreadfully.
Look critically at the two men; the heart and the head.
The heart: Sherlock. Selfish and undying love, adoration, extreme sacrifice, protection at all costs, can only see the man he loves as the perfect man, looks at no other, lives his life for John. His avowed priority, the work, is thrown to the wind for the man he loves. Look at him, Sherlock is all heart.
The head: John. Cannot allow himself to voice his emotions. Blind to the love emanating from Sherlock as he has convinced himself that Sherlock can not love. Forces himself to comply with rules and expectations, forces himself to ‘move on’, stands by his decisions even in the face of incredible unfolding events. Takes a logical approach to his choices in life. Lives a different life to the life he really wants with Sherlock.
John is so in his own head, so overthinking things, that he cannot see what is right before his eyes. He is bogged down by conformity to the rules he has set himself, probably from standards set by parents. He chose the army as a career; rules, regulations, order, hierarchy. Now in marriage and his GP career John is killing himself slowly, living a life that is not for him. His head is ruling his fate. Whereas Sherlock has abandoned all logic to run at full pace into love. The head and the heart, but not as we initialy thought.
I have loved you for a thousand years;
I will love you for a thousand more.
for my John, who has been one of the best friends I ever could have asked for.
antijohnlockers defeated once more
OH MY GOD[x]
Cue mass hysteria!