"I don't have friends!" Sherlock bit out, more viciously than he meant.

"I pitied you," He lied, and the words ground through his throat like glass, but he knew he needed to get them out. Knew that he needed to put the distance between them, even if she didn't want it. "I pitied you, for having lost him, so I took you in, in the meantime. Because who wouldn't be drawn to this mind? Who would be able to give it up? But he's back, now, so I don't have to pretend. You have who you wanted."