"John, do you know why we're divorced?"
"Yes."
"John, have you come to terms with why we're divorced?"
John Watson looked at the ground and played with his cocktail, diverting his attention to the cool swirls of alcohol around the rim of the glass. His silence drew a deep sigh from Mary.
"I know I seem like the bad guy, asking for the divorce and all," Mary said, "but I still stand by my reasoning for it..." She wanted to continue, but she glanced at John for any sign of an imminent response. Yet, he still remained fascinated by his drink.
"John, Sherlock is in love with you. And, sometimes I think you might have some feelings for him, too." Mary declared bluntly. The words stung John as they rolled out of Mary's sweet mouth. He rested his head in his hands and let out a deep sigh, but he said nothing. Mary went on, eyeing John with concern.
"Look, John, I know the idea of being gay is scary to you. I don't blame you; you're not used to being with... Another man," Mary spoke, choosing each word carefully. "But, honestly, love is love. I know it's cliche, but it's bloody true. The way that Sherlock treats you is just different than the way he treats everyone else, even those he loves the most! John, he's absolutely infatuated with you. I see the way he looks at you when you're not looking, the way he gazes at you..." Mary took a breath. "My point is, John, you and Sherlock could, and should, have something wonderful. I've done many bad things in my life, committed many crimes, hurt many people... But I couldn't live with myself if I knew that I stood in the way of something this great."
John downed his drink, and picked up his coat.
"Thank you, Mary," John kissed her on the cheek as he slid on his coat, "Stay safe."
Mary watched as John Watson left the pub and entered the cool, damp spring air.
