"Can't imagine what you'd say that wouldn't just have him interrogating me as to what I'd told you and why," Sherlock responds drily, though there's a hint of surprise in the reflexively suspicious narrowing of his eyes. For a man who so enjoys surprises, he is remarkably suspicious of them, regardless of who they come from. Stasis is easier, even he has to admit that.

"Find him a girlfriend or something to shoot, those tend to cheer him up. Can't imagine why as both tend to end poorly." Maybe that is why. That would be irritating: if John is attracted, however subconsciously, to things that are bound to end poorly (and the balance of evidence is in favour of it, given the circumstances) then he's always going to have to be lobbing himself off buildings, or at least fielding the anger and the moping.

Fine. Not fine, really, but he'll do it; as long as he knows he'll get through it's only a minor nuisance. "No accounting for taste, I suppose."