now all I'm feeling is that… is that… I don't know what it was.  A fleeting moment of perfectness?  I have perfect, but I'm not happy?  Does that make sense?

It's not that I can't be happy here.  It's that I can't be happy with him. Well, that's just brilliant, Sherlock.  You figured out the missing piece of the puzzle.  Congratulfuckinglations.  What are you gonna do now?  What the fuck are you gonna do now?

And in the dark, in the quiet, in the burrowed covers, I shiver.