John didn't hear Sherlock. He crossed his arms over his chest as he walked, swallowing.

Everything was so emotionally heightened and he felt like crying. He eventually stopped walking and sat down, dropping his head into his hands.

Martha and Mycroft couldn't help but try and be right, prove the other wrong. And he was done. He wanted to move in and just kick everyone but his mate and their son out.

He leaned back in the bench, sighing.