She leans back in her chair, grinning. “Those are easy things. You didn’t get much of that from just looking at me. Those are things you picked up by looking me up.”
“Go on.”
Sherlock chuckled. “That’s what everyone thinks,” he replied before leaning forward in his chair. “Your accent slips out every once in a little while and your dialect suggests American but not Northern due to the way you stress certain parts of your words. I knew about your sister due to the state of your flat. She hasn’t called in a few weeks and you’re worried about her which is why the phone sits next to where you work. I highly doubt that is a habit of yours due to the fact you work from home. There’s a picture on the end table of you and her but there is no age difference between you two. I can tell just by looking at that picture.”
“You are very good with emotions and you’re fascinated by fire. You can easily tell whatever emotions a person is feeling simply by looking at them. Which in it’s own way is a curse and a blessing. You’re also good at letting people know how you feel and getting empathy out of people.”
“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.”