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"You never told me that you're stationed at West Sussex."

Sherlock questioned; raising his eyebrow in question as he'd commune with you - his arms folded across his chest, tired of hearing your lopsided excuses for moving away from London to West Sussex for a new job as a member of Parliament within the House of Lords.

"I didn't think you'd be interested, besides...I thought it'd be best for both of us."

You spoke calmly however deep down, your guilty consciousness continues to remind you of your fraudulent sentiments - something that Sherlock wasn't privy to. That smorgasbord of excuses and variety of lies you'd spew, Sherlock clearly didn't wanted to hear it because it wasn't something you were doing for his comfort but for your own self inflicted guilt.

"Best for the both of us? Ha! How noble of you, to think of me with your busy schedule..."

Quipped Sherlock, his grin mocking yet his annoyance poignant as he'd step closer, leaning down to face his beloved ex with a smug grin - he'd rather be told straight that you didn't wanted to see him anymore from your mouth than be ridiculed as if all of this was nothing but a noble sacrifice on your part.

"Don't tell me now you're too embarrassed about rendezvousing with someone from the working class. Not a good look for your reputation, innit?"