John took the glass and gave Sherlock a kiss. He went to sitting in the living room. He sat down in the chair and took a sip.

"You were saying a very different tune when you were excited to meet Sherlock." He said flatly, "When you wanted to use him, us, to get to his sire. Mum, I know you and I know what you were up to."

He finished the ginger ale and set the glass to the side.

"I will see a doctor about this. Whatever decision Sherlock and I make... It is our decision. Do not meddle."