"Why?" He asked curiously, looking over to John with a frown, then back to the map in his hands. He looked back up, a rather moody look on his face. "Do you not trust me with it, is that it? Oh, I see how it is, let's not trust Sherlock, he's a ranting sociopath drug addict and he'll eat the map or some nonsense like that. Is that it? You just don't trust me."

He flung himself back against the seat, curling up into his moody ball, though there was something a little different this time around. "Oh, I'm sorry, I don't mean that, you know... It's just hard. Here, take the stupid map." He grumbled, throwing it back over to John anyways and sitting back up straight in the chair.

These were mood swings beyond his normal ones, but had he noticed? Oh, no, his mind was too busy other places.