"You were texting. Just a second ago. Judging by the slight smile, it was either someone close, or just a joke. I'm ruling out the joke because the smile was very particular. It was a slight smile, like you miss the person. I'd guess the person who would normally sit here." I started, pointing downwards to the armchair I was in. "I wouldn't imagine you to be the sort of person to have a girlfriend, going by the sociopathic behaviour and our surroundings. No sign of anything to indicate a female visits regularly or at all. So that means a friend. By the chair, either someone who came here regularly or someone who used to live here. I'd say he lived here by the spare bedroom down the hall behind me, the amount of washing up to be done. He visited yesterday, yes? But you hadn't seen him for a while which means he's either moved away or met someone." I paused for a moment, looking at every facial feature Sherlock had. He flinched a little. "He met someone then." I chuckled. "Not just that though, is it? He married her. That's why he doesn't visit." Sherlock had a slight smile on his face. Something was wrong. "No. Something happened between you two and he now can't face you as much as he used to. He's scared he'll be hurt again, or worse, he'll get his wife hurt. But you carry on. Despite the recent bordem, you've managed to keep busy rather well. You didn't believe me during our conversation in the hall, but you are questioning yourself as I speak. You're almost impressed. Am I right?"

Sherlock leaned forward and smiled.

"Almost impressed." He confirmed. "Very good."

I bowed my head to him in thanks and sipped my tea in the newly found silence.

Just then, Sherlock's phone sounded.

A text.

He unlocked the phone and read the text, his eyes scanning it intently.

"Would you like to go on a case with me?" He asked. "It would be nice to get an input from someone who actually has an IQ in triple figures."

I chuckled and nodded. "It would be my pleasure, mister Holmes."