"Yes, I can." Sherlock snapped, shutting off the screen as it switched to the gruesome death of another tribute. "I can. After having to go through that, I think I am well within my rights to complain as much as I like."

The truth was that he'd barely complained at all, barely even mentioned it, but with John here it was impossible to keep all his frustrations caged behind his lips.

"None of it makes any sense and yet for all intents and purposes is real."