I Prefer To Text (2)

Part 13

Myc proposed!
-GL

Congratulations! Do you have a date in mind?
-JW

A few months. I'd like you to be my best man.
-GL

I accept. Stag night?
-JW

I'm too old for it, I'd rather just have us all go out for drinks.
-GL

Sounds good. Does Sherlock know?
-JW

Myc was gonna tell him. Are you two okay?
-GL

Kinda sort of. I feel like I'm cheating on her.
-JW

She'd want you to be happy. Remember her with fondness but don't dwell on the past. You know he texts Myc about you regularly.
-GL

I know. We haven't talked a lot lately. I can't look at him. It's too much. I loved him, then he died. Then I moved on and loved her, now she's dead. Hamish is her son! How am I just supposed to go back to him with her son? How is that okay? How is that fair?
-JW

It isn't. But you know what's worse? Your son will grow up with his dad being sad every day. You will mope and cry and have a sad look in your eye. Meanwhile, his uncle Sherlock won't know what to do or say. He will want to teach him things and show him how to deduce, but he will live in fear of pissing you off or overstepping his bounds. And one day, when Hamish is old enough, he will ask about his mother, and he will have to endure the look. The look I'm sure you give him all day every day. The one where you can never meet his eye. Love her for she was your wife, but accept that your son will need another parent and that Sherlock loves you. Don't pass this up, John.
-GL

Thank you, Greg. I will think about it, long and hard.
-JW