
“You’ll come with me, won’t you?”
“If I can be of use.”
“Oh, a trusty comrade is always of use; and a chronicler still more so.”
— “The Man with the Twisted Lip”

We were at uni together. This guy here had a trick he used to do. He could look at you and tell you your whole life story. Put the wind up everybody. We hated him. We’d come down to breakfast in the formal hall and this freak would know who you’d been shagging the previous night.
he looks so….sad? like Sebastian so belittling the thing that makes Sherlock special, his deductive abilities, reduced it to a simple parlor trick. Or making so light of the fact everyone hated him for what made him special.