"You know I can tell what you're thinking right?" He spoke to the strokes of the violin, he knows Holmes would prefer that it not be disturbed.

"Even better."

"Of course!" He said, getting up from the couch. "It's always even better for you isn't it." 

He paused to let the fourth movement play uninterrupted for a few seconds, and to ensure that he deserved the attention for letting the detective go about his routine.

"Someone was murdered. What do you say? "Even better"." He said, pretending to be his partner. "The weapon was missing, "Even better". Oh and Mr Holmes the victim left a dying message pointing to the grand clock. What do you have to say about the matter? "Even better"."

"The clock? You said?" 

The music paused, before intensifying.

"The clock.... the clock... the clock..." Holmes placed his instrument aside, devoiding his mental orchestra of the violin. "The clock.... the clock..." He mumbled to himself, and walked up to Watson, and pointed to the couch.

"Watson, pray tell what do you see."

"Well I see a couch."

"A couch that faces a?" 

"A couch that faces a..." He looked up, his gaze lead by Holme's finger. "... a clock?"

"That's it!" Holmes squeezed in excitement. ''And this whole time the perpetrator had us thinking it was committed in the living room!"

"Holmes, that's my shoulder you're holding."

"AND THAT'S BRILLIANT." Sherlock laughed. He reached out for the phone, recalling the number of the police department.

"Um, I have been noticing you've been getting quite handsy with me recently." Watson interrupted the humming Holmes. 

"Yes, no, not now my dear Watson."

"Then onto another topic, perhaps we should fancy reconsidering Mrs Hudson's suggestions more seriously?" Watson continued, trying to strike up a conversation.

"It all make sense now... it was the attic, the Attic!" Holmes mumbled to himself. "Yes Mrs Hudson's suggestions... Mrs Hudson... Mrs Hudson." He paused his movements.

"Oh Watson!" He turned around to look at Watson. "You're gay. You're absolutely gay and you're into me, and you just professed your interest to me in the only way you thought was possible."

"Wait what do you mean I am gay? Not that there's anything wrong with being gay of course."

"It was so obvious this whole time! How could I be so blind." He said, mostly to himself. "You, reacting to bodily contacts, then asking me to consider Mrs Hudson's suggestion. And what good suggestions had our lovely Mrs Hudson ever made, save for me to find a partner in love."

"I hate it when you do that." John said, flustered. "When you go around reading into people thinking you can transcribe their minds"

"OH HOW COULD I HAVE BEEN SO BLIND. And this whole time I thought I was the one keeping a soldier pet."

"You what? Is that what I am to you? Just a pet?" Watson said defensively, he was used to Holmes in revelations steps ahead of him, but when he was the target, he don't know if he felt comfortable. "What you think I could ever, that is even if I am gay, love a psy-"

"Sociopath, I'm a sociopath, Watson. As a doctor must I constantly correct you on a simple diagnosis?" He said, as took his coat off. "And who is to say that sociopath cannot make love?"