Disclaimer: No, I do not own the lads. Wish to God that I did, though.
Notes: I do not write sappy, fluffy, cutesiness just because it's Valentine's Day. I will write that stuff when I want to, but today I'm mildly pissed off, so angst it is.
Malignant
Holmes' words can be cutting when he wants them to be, and, more often than not, these remarks are directed at Watson. Holmes sneers, belittling the doctor's intelligence, making disparaging remarks about his stories of Holmes' cases. He seeks to distance himself from Watson, to hurt him so badly that the good doctor will never again return, never again care for him or be concerned about him. It hurts him, Holmes knows, but Watson never says anything, never does anything to protest against the verbal abuse. Holmes knows it is wrong to hurt his only friend so, but what can he do? He is powerless to stop how he feels about his friend, unable to tell him of his love, shackled by society's rules and ideals.
Thus the words continue, growing harsher with each passing day.