John dropped the newspaper at Sherlock's feet.

"So that's the great secret."
"I said you wouldn't understand, Watson."
"Excuse me, what!? Moriarty is-"
"What? Dangerous? Nasty? Consulting Criminal? Yes, he is."
"He wanted your death!"
"He knew I would find a way."
"You don't believe that yourself!" "
"Calm dow-"
"No, I'm not going to calm down, Sherlock! This person is - is ... why? Why, Sherlock?"

Sherlock frowned.
"What why?"
John sighed. "Are you both a couple?" "Yes."
"Why?"
"Do you want an honest answer, Watson?" "Jesus Christ, yes, talk!"

"It's not boring, unlike the rest of my life."
Sherlock rose from his chair and peered through the window.
A crowd of reporters had gathered outside the house. Again.

The Consulting Detective took his scarf and coat and then left the house - through the back door of Mrs. Hudson's apartment.