He does this fairly often. It’s typically around once a month and it’s becoming normal, but annoying all the same. Don’t blame yourself, it was my fault for asking more questions. His time at Uni can be a sensitive subject and I knew that yet still asked.

I’m going to go try and unlock the door.

Wish me luck.

No, he didn’t listen. That isn’t kind.

I went to tell her something that I knew you never would. I also wanted to know about her because you still seem to care of her being. And if you care, I care.

What did you tell her?

About us.

Us, us?

Precisely.

Christ, Sherlock.

What?

She’s probably out of her mind!

Oh, but she isn’t.

Both she and I are apparently gay. Probably threw a party.

She didn’t. And I think I advised her with the addiction.

What?

Just come down. The flat is different with you in there.

You're infectious, you know.

Of course.