"Your brother hasn't responded," Holmes observed gently.
I sighed. "I cannot force him to correspond with me," I said at last with a shrug, "though I confess I'd hoped he might reconsider." I'd truly turned teetotaler since last we spoke years ago, but I understood his incredulousness. The things I'd said back then . . .
Holmes nodded. "My brother Sherlock was furious when I didn't immediately support his detecting ambitions. Give John some time; he will trust you again. Meanwhile, we may commiserate as put-upon elder brothers. Or seek revenge by introducing our infuriating siblings and watching chaos ensue."