“What happened to your grief then?” I ask. “Well, it got better at first—which, in a strange way, made me feel worse.” “Because the grief had connected you to Gabe?” John looks surprised. “Not bad, Sherlock. Yeah. It was almost like my pain was evidence of my love for Gabe, and if it let up, it meant I was forgetting about him. That he didn’t matter as much to me.” “That if you were happy, you couldn’t also be sad.”
