Sherlock downed his drink as he watched you rummage through the mess that made up his flat, his facial expression blank as he swished the glass in his hand.

…. If you’re looking for something important, you could always ask. He deadpanned, looking to the side as he placed the edge of the glass on his bottom lip, tilting his head down. After all, it is my flat. He lifted a shoulder, then glanced back at your form.