[ john watches him lumber towards the kitchen like a drunken giraffe, perched on the edge of his chair in case sherlock submits to the will of gravity and needs a doctor. he's a little disappointed when he doesn't fall over -- he needs a good smack on the head after tonight's drama. it might knock some sense into him. ]

Yeah, so you keep saying. I'm just pointing out most people whip out a one-hundred-piece puzzle to alleviate their boredom. That or Candy Crush.

[ he sniffs angrily. ]

I'm not an idiot, you know. I might play one to make the great Sherlock Holmes look clever, but we both know why you take that stuff. It could've killed you this time.