Sherlock is thinking (furiously): Were you two talking about me? What did you have to tell Lestrade about me, John? You are my friend John, not Lestrade’s. You like me better John.
Because you can see clearly that John is smiling at Henry even at this angle.
Martin Freeman doesn’t raise his eyebrows. He lowers his hair.
Oh my God.
In my little head, Sherlock gets famous and reads(or is forced by John to read) the Cbeebies Bedtime story. Today’s book is Bluebell.