imagine if the baker street boys epilogue was narrated by mrs hudson
I know you two; and if you come back and live in MY house, I know what you could become. Because I know who you really are. A junkie who solves crimes to get high and the doctor who never came home from the war. Well, you listen to me: who you really are, it MATTERS, I've been trying to tell you all these years. There are two men sitting arguing in a scruffy flat, like they’ve always been there and they always will. The best and wisest men I have ever known. My Baker Street boys. Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson.
Well then? Get on with it, I'll officiate the wedding
thing that I am very worried is getting missed, overwhelmed by the Harry Met Sallyness and how much of an in-love mess Mike Lawson is:
he had a good point! and he had an incredibly feminist point too.
Mike is an old man. Mike is an experienced man. And Mike knows that there’s a difference between lust and love, and that it’s manifestly unfair to women to conflate the two.
He enjoys the company of women. He likes sex, too. THEY ARE NOT THE SAME THING. I’m pretty sure that on the night with the Weathergirls Twain, an excellent time was had by all; but he also enjoyed hearing them talk about meteorology and how much bullshit there is working one’s way up in local news.
Mike was married to a highly intelligent woman, and clearly knows that the reason he screwed up was not that he didn’t appreciate her sexually or put her on a pedestal. It’s that he WASN’T AROUND. That even when he and Rach managed to be in the same room, he wasn’t putting in the work to be there mentally or emotionally. Lost that chance, and never gets it back.
Mike DID NOT love Ginny the moment he met her. Pretty sure that that moment was filled with mostly annoyance and defensiveness.
What Mike’s important point was to Omar (and what Blip obviously twigged on because Blip Sanders is here for no one’s bullshit) is that you can like someone at first sight. Be attracted, want to have sex with them, the whole nine yards. (Wrong sport?)
But love? Love is a pain in the ass. Love that sticks is not goddess eternal on her pedestal; anybody can fall for that. True love is knowing that your lady cannot carry a tune to save her life, and sticking around anyway because it’s her that’s singing it. Love is having the same argument about cilantro 6 times because she does a little differently at each restaurant.
Love, whether it’s romantic, platonic, or something in between, takes a heck of lot more work than lust, because it’s worth it.
And to someone who had very few people in his life ever stick around long enough to do the work, and works in a profession where a guy can be by your side one minute and in Baltimore the next? Absolutely terrifying. Terrifying enough to run all the way to Chicago, even if in your heart you know that’s not gonna fix it.
The conversation that Sherlock and Karim are having in this scene is amazing and I didn’t pick up on it until tonight.
Sherlock: Mr. Baker, that completes the set. Karim: No, it does not. Sherlock: Well, who else am I missing? Karim: Master Bun, it’s not a set without him. How many more times Mr.Sherlock?
Mr.Baker is Sherlock, and Master Bun is John. This is a conversation about how they aren’t complete without each other.
Karim saying ‘How many more times?’ is directly referencing all of the times they’ve been separated. How many more times before they get it right and figure out they are a pair and need to stay together?