"Let's go," he whispered and brushed the tears away, by the time they were passing the hostesses Sherlock's looks were as perfect as usual, he wasn't the one who had gotten a punch in the face after all, and he was able to look elegant even naked somehow, he always blamed his posh family for that.
He looked at the half-empty cabin, rather impressed, it made sense they waited for them now.
"Nice," he muttered and sat in the seat beside the window, undoing the first buttons of his shirt and taking off his jacket for a bit of comfort.
He felt the need for a cup of tea, quite silly really. He felt emotionally drained though.