Sherlock only curled up a bit tighter, pretending to ignore John, though it was clear that he could still hear him. What did he care, anyways? John was being so unfair and rude, it wasn't like it really mattered to him anyways, wasn't like John was important or anything. In fact, he kind of hated John. For being so mean, that was.

"Whatever." He grumbled from beneath his coat. It wasn't like it mattered, right? Right.

After a few minutes or so, though, he piped up, so quietly.

"What... What if it's too late? And Watson's already dead? It's all my fault."