[It was his birthday- he was totally allowed to have a good meaty feast.

His shoulders slump at that last remark and he hangs his head. Look, Sherlock tried his best, okay. Anything for another one of Mikotoba's cute little orphans. It's just hard when assassins or serial killers get involved and the next thing he knows, he's hiding vital information about them to keep them safe.]

Well, that is... I mean... I assumed you would be safe in Hong Kong. How was I to know you would go wandering around before you could be dropped off there? Last I saw you, you could barely speak, let alone stand.