Hatred. He took my blowtorch. 

Amused. It’s entertaining to see him dramatically react to everything.

You took my blowtorch.

You were burning holes into the curtains. Of course I bloody took your blowtorch. You can have back in a few days.

JOHN.

Christ, Sherlock. You don’t need capital letters. 

I’M NOT DONE WITH MY EXPERIMENT.

Too bad.