whisper to me

the one where sherlock plays the guitar

“Nobody said it was easy… It’s such a shame for us to part.”

“Sherlock? I’m home, is that you?”

“Nobody said it was easy… No one ever said it would be this hard.”

“Oh, you’re… That’s nice. It sounds familiar.”

“Oh, take me back to the start. Hello, John. Did you pick up my toenail beds from Bart’s?”

“Reluctantly, yes. That song, it’s Coldplay, isn’t it?”

“You’ve heard of them?”

“Have I - yes, Sherlock, I’ve heard of Coldplay. I’m more amazed that you have.”

“Why does everyone think I’m some sort of hermit holed up since the nineteenth century, avoiding technology like the plague? I listen to contemporary music, John, and sometimes I even enjoy it. The horror!”

“Sherlock, you’re the one who spreads those rumors yourself. You curse the radio whenever I turn it on.”

“Oh, right.”

“So you like Coldplay, then?”

“I like any songs about scientists, John, regardless of the artist. This one happens to fit the bill. See, it’s right there in the title.”

“I think it’s more metaphorical than-”

“I was just guessing at numbers and figures, pulling the puzzles apart…”


“Questions of science, science and progress…”

“… Alright, alright, fair point. Rosie napping?”


“I’ll let her be. I’m enjoying the show, after all.”

“She’ll be awhile, I just changed her nappy and put her down. You owe me a Frozen watchalong, by the way. Owe her, rather.”

“Can I switch it out for Toy Story instead? I rather like that one.”

“Hm. I’ll have to negotiate it with the boss, but I wouldn’t hold out much hope. She’s a true tyrant.”

“Oh, I’m sure.”



“… Tell me you love me, come back and haunt me. Oh, and I rush to the start…”



“Are you serenading me?”

“I don’t know. Is it working?’

“I don’t know. Play it again.”