“You’re really bad at lying, you know. Seriously. Are you okay? Sherlock? Because you don’t seem okay. More than usual, I mean.” Now she was really confused, because he wasn’t even acting like the usual Sherlock — well, the words were right, but the motivations were all wonky.
He took a deep breath, trying to control himself. “No I’m actually quite well at lying when I’m not dealing with a bloody empath! Now go away!!!” he practically hollered. After a second he realized what he said and felt a pang of regret. “I’m sorry Summer… I didn’t mean that…”
Summer stopped with one hand on the doorframe, and turned around. “You just — apologised to me. What in the world.” She came over to him and put a hand on his forehead, checking for fever. “You don’t feel hot … “