We already knew Sherlock and John were something of an
itemcouplepair in public, which makes me wonder…”All his friends hate him,” he says of John, because he read it in their faces.”I wrote an essay on suppressed hatred in close proximity based entirely on his friends.” But…Sherlock had to be there to read those faces, so I daresay he wasn’t reading their hatred toward John, but toward himself. Which is a bit heartbreaking, but also a bit charming, because oh, Sherlock, you egocentric fuck.