[How dare John not immediately assume he's continuing a conversation they had in person hours earlier, that wasn't really even a conversation so much as it was Sherlock blurting a short missive on his way out the door.]
I've finished Mycroft's little errand - not that my assistance was required. I suspect he noticed the lack of sensational crime reports as of late and felt the need to keep me occupied with a petty trifle.
[Such is Mycroft's particular brand of brotherly affection - if he doesn't see his brother's name in the paper in over a month, he finds some dangerous or intriguing task that needs doing and asks Sherlock to do him the 'favor' of taking care of it for him.]
[Sherlock would be irritated by the transparency of the gesture if he weren't also (very, very privately) touched by the sentiment behind it.]
I suppose it's a good thing someone keeps the saying about idle hands in mind.
[ Not that Sherlock's hands can't be pretty devilish when they aren't idle either, he's noticed. With all those criminals they take down. Under any circumstances, John's sort of grateful towards Mycroft for at least giving the man something to do during the slow periods. Helps him a lot, too. ]
The entire affair was hardly worth my time - forgive me for not wanting to waste yours as well.
Honestly, you would think it would take some small measure of intelligence to escape from a maximum security prison, but evidently all that is required is a dash of outside assistance and an ounce of sheer dumb luck.
Let's say that maximum security prison symbolizes life and those criminals are most people navigating it. Outside help and dumb luck, that's how most of us do it.
I am a professional seeker of truth, John. I won't deface it to bolster someone's ego or omit it to spare their feelings. I present the facts as they are; it is up to everyone else to live with it.
Tell me, then, how this feat of yours proved so surprisingly easy, undoubtedly thanks to your always superior intellect. I'm giving you the chance to show off here.
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A legendary roster of degenerates has been assembled.
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[How dare John not immediately assume he's continuing a conversation they had in person hours earlier, that wasn't really even a conversation so much as it was Sherlock blurting a short missive on his way out the door.]
I've finished Mycroft's little errand - not that my assistance was required. I suspect he noticed the lack of sensational crime reports as of late and felt the need to keep me occupied with a petty trifle.
[Such is Mycroft's particular brand of brotherly affection - if he doesn't see his brother's name in the paper in over a month, he finds some dangerous or intriguing task that needs doing and asks Sherlock to do him the 'favor' of taking care of it for him.]
[Sherlock would be irritated by the transparency of the gesture if he weren't also (very, very privately) touched by the sentiment behind it.]
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[ Not that Sherlock's hands can't be pretty devilish when they aren't idle either, he's noticed. With all those criminals they take down. Under any circumstances, John's sort of grateful towards Mycroft for at least giving the man something to do during the slow periods. Helps him a lot, too. ]
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Trust Mycroft to put me to a manhunt without a singular point of interest.
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Honestly, you would think it would take some small measure of intelligence to escape from a maximum security prison, but evidently all that is required is a dash of outside assistance and an ounce of sheer dumb luck.
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Tell me, then, how this feat of yours proved so surprisingly easy, undoubtedly thanks to your always superior intellect. I'm giving you the chance to show off here.
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I'm afraid this entire affair would make for a rather disappointing blog entry.
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