But the flirting’s over now, Sherlock. I’ve shown you what I can do, I cut loose all those people. All those little problems, even thirty million quid just to get you to come out and play. So take this as a friendly warning, my dear: back off.
You… you told me once that you weren’t a hero. Umm, there were times I didn’t even think you were human, but let me tell you this: you were the best man, an’ the most human… human being that I’ve ever known, and no-one will ever convince me that you told me a lie. That’s so. There. I was so alone, and I owe you so much, but, please, there’s just one more thing, one more thing, one more miracle, Sherlock, for me. Don’t… be… dead. Would you, just for me, just stop it? Stop this.
I confess at first I didn’t realize he was asking me. When finally I understood, I expressed to him that I was both flattered and…surprised. I explained to him that I’d never expected this request and I was a little daunted in the face of it. I nonetheless promised I would do my very best to accomplish a task which was, for me, as demanding and difficult as any I had ever contemplated. Additionally, I thanked him for the trust he placed in me and indicated that I was, in some ways, very close to being…moved by it. It later transpired that I’d said none of this out loud.
so if I didn’t understand I was being asked to be best man, it is because I never expected to be anybody’s best friend, and certainly not the best friend of the bravest and kindest and wisest human being I have ever had the good fortune of knowing.