(static crackling over Cecil, who sounds far away) The wind out of the desert is changing. I feel it. You feel it. A shiver in the midday heat, a crackle in the television broadcast, a shift in your immune system. It is September and something is different. It is September and the days have gone sinister, from first eyes’ open ‘til the last slow breathing. It is September and so, listeners, dear listeners, Night Vale Public Radio is proud to introduce the September Monologues.
I just realized that in this godforsaken scene:
When Sherlock says “I think it could work”
He’s saying ”I think the name Sherlock Watson could work”
And then John, still laughing, realizes what he just heard and does a sort of puzzled look back up at Sherlock:
And Sherlock just:
And in conclusion, we’re not exactly looking at an aborted declaration of love.
Oh god, this hurts so good. I can’t stop feeling over this (>_<)