Sherlock cocked his head to the side, confusion written on his face. What in the hell was John on about?

Oh.

Oh.

Now he understood. He was going to KILL Mycroft.

Sherlock stalked up to John, grabbed him, and violently turned him around so that they were looking at each other. He held John's arms tight enough to bruise.

"If you really believe what my brother told you, then you are less intelligent that I initially surmised." He said angrily.

"He is trying to pull us apart, can't you see that?"