Let's make a weekend out of it. [That statement does sound suspect, but Sherlock pushes on with his suspicions.] There's only two reasons why Mycroft would ask me to do such a thing. He wants something or he has done something he feels guilty about.
[He looks over at John.] I plan on figuring out which.
[He pushes himself to his feet and picks up his violin, perching it on his shoulder. Since Irene he's needed more to occupy his thoughts more than ever. He doesn't like dwelling on a person that cannot return. Not in the near future, any how. Irene was fascinating and his thoughts drift to her often. Too often for his liking. He would much rather occupy his thoughts with a murder, or serial murders. In a pinch, he supposes Mycroft's mysteries would do.
Without realizing it, he's tuned John out and has begun playing Irene's song as he mentally goes over for the twentieth time Mycroft's possible motivations in extending this odd request.] He'll expect us to steal from his library. He has a number of first editions. Mostly boring poetry.
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[He looks over at John.] I plan on figuring out which.
[He pushes himself to his feet and picks up his violin, perching it on his shoulder. Since Irene he's needed more to occupy his thoughts more than ever. He doesn't like dwelling on a person that cannot return. Not in the near future, any how. Irene was fascinating and his thoughts drift to her often. Too often for his liking. He would much rather occupy his thoughts with a murder, or serial murders. In a pinch, he supposes Mycroft's mysteries would do.
Without realizing it, he's tuned John out and has begun playing Irene's song as he mentally goes over for the twentieth time Mycroft's possible motivations in extending this odd request.] He'll expect us to steal from his library. He has a number of first editions. Mostly boring poetry.