[He flops back down. He doesn't want to think about the fact that sometimes - only sometimes, mind! Rarely, at that! Hardly ever, really! - Sherlock will say or do something brilliant which makes him feel... odd. Pleasantly odd. Quickly, he covers his face with a pillow; yeah, he really doesn't want to think about what any of that could mean.]
Well, he'll certainly have more ammunition if anyone sees you sneaking out of here. I've never been happier to have quiet roommates who keep to themselves.
[Action]
That again, huh?
[He flops back down. He doesn't want to think about the fact that sometimes - only sometimes, mind! Rarely, at that! Hardly ever, really! - Sherlock will say or do something brilliant which makes him feel... odd. Pleasantly odd. Quickly, he covers his face with a pillow; yeah, he really doesn't want to think about what any of that could mean.]
Well, he'll certainly have more ammunition if anyone sees you sneaking out of here. I've never been happier to have quiet roommates who keep to themselves.