Sherlock was angry with you. He was so inexperienced with the feeling that he didn't even know how to go about telling you that he was cross. How did normal people do it all the damn time? So, instead, he made several pointed remarks that he watched fly right over your head.

It was incredibly frustrating to be so obviously upset and have you completely ignore it. You were his flatmate, for God's sake! You saw him all the time. Shouldn't you know better than anyone when he was upset or not? It was just not fair.

He tried not speaking to you as often. No response. He tried speaking to you more. You listened but didn't get the hint. He even tried breaking things. You simply stepped over them! Oh, he was utterly livid. Well. As livid as he could be, anyway.

As for now, he was currently sitting across from you and sipping tea rather aggressively and occasionally clearing his throat. "Ah-hem. Ahem." He kept it up.