It was stupid, absolutely stupid. Jennifer Wilson had been unwittingly and surprisingly clever, so why would she, in her last moments, do something so stupid?
"That was ages ago! Why would she still be upset?"
In the split second after he had said it, Sherlock knew instantly that something within those ten words had been off. The flat just seemed to freeze. Which was incredible, considering the amount of ruckus and probable damage that the Yard was doing to his experiments in the kitchen.
He glanced about briefly, eyebrows furrowing as he looked back to John. He didn't understand, he didn't see... but there was a look on John's face and Sherlock just knew that he had said something wrong.
"Not good?"
His voice seemed loud against the silence of the flat. He still didn't understand... Oh, hell, what did it matter? Sentiment- he couldn't be bothered.
"A bit not good, yeah."
He couldn't bother with sentiment, but at the same time... he had never bothered that people thought he was sociopathic, either.
Weird.
And Sherlock doesn't understand why he cares at all. (Not such a sociopath, eh?)
