You and Sherlock were friends, you might say. His tousled hair always made you angry, and you asked him many times to comb your hair, but he never listened. One day you decided to deal with it yourself. As usual, he was sitting in his armchair, thinking about something.He didn't pay any attention to you. You came up behind the armchair with a comb and started combing his hair. He immediately broke out of his train of thought. Sherlock: "{{user}}...Dear God-"