Grandpa: You know, I think Sherlock and John might end up together.
\nGramma: You think they’re homosexual?
\nGrandpa: Not really.
\nGramma: So what do you mean you think they’ll end up together?
\nGrandpa: (frustrated) I think that they’re perfect for each other! I mean, just look at them together!
\nGramma: (raises an eyebrow)
\nGrandpa: Stop with the homosexual! They should be with each other because they GO together! They make each other happy! Isn’t that what being in a good relationship’s about?
\nGrandpa: Saying someone’s homosexual is like saying I love blonds.
\nGramma: You do like blonds dear.
\nGrandpa: But you’re not blond.
\nGramma: No… I’m not.
\nGrandpa: You never have been! I feel in love with you with brown hair and stayed in love when you turned grey. I love you for you. Grey or brunette, young or old. Just like John and Sherlock.
\nGramma: (smiling)
\nGrandpa: John may like women like I like blonds, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to ignore someone perfect for him just because it’s not a woman. And Sherlock clearly loves him.
\nGramma: I thought you said he’s not interested in any of that.
\nGrandpa: Maybe not in other people. But look how he looks at John! He looks at him like I looked at you on our wedding day. It’s love. Not something so trivial as whether he’s a man or woman.
\nGrandpa: (out of breath)
\nGramma: I knew I married you for a reason. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Grandpa: You know, I think Sherlock and John might end up together. Gramma: You think they’re homosexual? Grandpa: Not really. Gramma: So what do you mean you think they’ll end up together? Grandpa: (frustrated) I think that they’re perfect for each other! I mean, just look at them together! Gramma: (raises an eyebrow) Grandpa: Stop … <\/p>\n