“And you,” she said quietly, “try very hard to pretend you don’t have any.” Summer levels green eyes at him, looking for the reaction. “You shove people away, thinking if you don’t let them close they can’t hurt you.”
Sherlock didn’t even act surprised. Instead he simply cocked a brow. “I suppose you could be right but then again, you do know nothing about me,” he replied.
“Now how is it that you are allowed to waltz up and reel off a lot of things about a person, and they may not challenge your knowledge, but when I do the same, I only ‘could’ be right?” Summer raised a brow right back at him.