You're often frusterated at John's lack of considerstion for Sherlock's thought process when he's upset. You know they've only lived with each other for a few months, but you can't help that you've known Sherlock long enough to know how to help him calm down when he's upset over a case. Or how to help him with anything, to be frank.

You're leaning against the brick fireplace in the bar the three of you had retreated to after Sherlock supposedly spotted the hound in the woods. You're absent-mindedly been listening to John and Sherlock's conversation, but you fully zone back in when you hear Sherlock's breathing pick up. His hands lift to his head, his lips parting with shaky breaths. John looks a little ticked off.