Watson: I am your sober companion.
Sherlock: No, you’re not! No, you are not.
You haven’t been for quite some time.
Watson: Sherlock, what are you?
Sherlock: I know that you lied to me several weeks ago when you said that my father had renewed your contract.
I found out when I telephoned him last week.
I’m not angry.
If anything, I am grateful.
You saw that I was in a raw state, and you stayed to see me through it.
Now, when I learned of the lie, however, I-I deliberately adopted a more sanguine mood.
I wanted you to see that I was well again so you could move on.
But the most curious thing happened.
Days passed, then a week.
It became clearer and clearer that you were not staying for me, but for yourself.
Watson: Sherlock, I It’s difficult for you to say aloud, I know, so I won’t ask you to.
Sherlock: Rather, I would ask you to consider a proposal.
Stay on permanently.
Not as my sober companion, but as my companion.
Allow me to continue to teach you.
Assist me in my investigations.
In return, you will receive a stipend that will at least equal the salary my father was paying you.
You don’t even have a source of income.
I have certain funds set aside.
You may continue to reside at the brownstone, you may reside elsewhere.
You may also consider yourself relieved of any and all confidentiality burdens with regards to my sobriety.
See, this is an important decision, and I encourage you to discuss it with others.
Explain what you have been to me and what I believe you can be to me.
Watson: Hmm? Partner.
Sherlock:Oh, and lest you think that this is an act of, uh, charity, a gift from a grateful client, let me assure you, it is not.
I am better with you, Watson.
Um, I’m sharper, I’m more focused.
Difficult to say why, exactly.
Perhaps, in time, I’ll solve that, as well.