For all his knowledge and experience, there was one thing at which Sherlock Holmes did not excel. Board games. Specifically in this case, Trival Pursuit. John would have thought that the great detective would thrash him utterly, but at this point, John was winning by an enormous margin. Of course, Sherlock was frowning, upset that gaps in his knowledge had been exposed, and for the last few (dozen) rounds, the only answer Sherlock would or could give was "Does it really matter?"

John wasn't sure how he'd managed to get Sherlock to play in the first place, and at first it looked as though they'd both been enjoying it. But then Sherlock had fallen behind and the game lost its appeal for both of them. There was no fun in a hollow victory, and Sherlock certainly was going to hold a grudge against him for weeks if not months. He'd hate it more if John decided to pretend not to now so as to let Sherlock catch up, though, so John had kept playing. Neither of them were quitters and they were going to play until the bitter end, no matter if Sherlock lost with the worst score in Trivial Pursuit history.