It's 4:12 a.m...I really want to sleep but don't even feel the least bit tired.
Fair
Beside the walrus-mustached face of his grandfather's portrait, Sherlock received his first lecture from Anita in several months.
"It is not fair of you to spy on your friend or your cousin," she remarked with a pointed look at her taller son. "Don't think I haven't noticed those looks Mary'd sent his way last night. Who can blame her? He's a sweetheart."
Sherlock gave her a dirty look. "Mummy…I wasn't spying, I was looking for him."
"Does he want to be found? Does she want him to be found?"
Sherlock felt a twinge in his gut. "...Perhaps not."
Prompt was from Amy the Balrog and it was: walrus