John turned the camera on just three days later, still looking tired, but this time he looked angry. Sherlock had heard from Mycroft that he had seen Lestrade and Molly since then. Trying to keep up old relationships he assumed.
Sherlock knew that John had been friends with Lestrade and Molly outside of work but never really thought about, always too wrapped up in something else and even though now he as busy as ever but he got so little information on John that everything was significant. Mycroft was too busy being the government or helping his with cases to also give him every detail of John's life.
"Why the bloody hell does everyone just tiptoe around me constantly? " He ran a hand over his face and the rage dissipated, just his stony expression left, he sighed, pausing for a long moment before continuing. "This isn't the first time this has happened to me, y'know. I've had men die in my arms, men who were like brothers. And… I've lost those brothers to suicide before... I guess I've never seen one happen like that, and Sherlock was-" Sherlock could have sworn John was about to break, he was finally going to see what was under the barricades but alas he was somewhat disappointed. John took another long moment, passing a hand through his hair. "Sherlock was my best friend. Saved my life that bastard did, I guess I just couldn't save him..." And before Sherlock knew it the video was over, a black screen stared back at him.