Just How Well We Managed

“John.” Sherlock drew up short on the pavement. John sighed as he turned back around. By now, he was well used to his name being used as a moniker and insult, as critical and exasperation all in one. “Your ears are perfectly functional. I refuse to believe you didn't hear that monstrous gremlin yammering on about…”

“My hearing is fine,” john interrupted flatly.

“Then you weren't listening.”