“Of course you have all the proof. I don’t keep secrets.” She leaned forward, hands folded around her knee. One hand lifted to tap her temple. “My proof is here. I may not be able to share it with anyone else, but it’s still there. You just really don’t like someone else being able to know about you, do you?”
She smiled, but it wasn’t really friendly the way the other smiles had been. “I don’t tell how people are feeling by looking at them, Sherlock. I don’t even have to see them.”
Sherlock sat in silence as she spoke. It didn’t matter that her question was correct. He wasn’t going to let this girl get to him. He never did. It didn’t matter to him that the only person that had believed him dead. All that mattered was that she wasn’t getting to him. His face remained stony as she smiled at him.
His brow jumped on his face as she spoke. “Prove it,” he said with a smirk. He truly doubted that what she said was true. He’d dealt with a lot in his life but this was a lie and he knew it.
“Of course.” Without so much as closing her eyes, she said, “If you go check right now, Merlin and Mordred are home and they will be incredibly annoyed if you bother them, Elena and Gwaine are not though they’re pretty content right now, Arthur is frustrated with a video game, and you just thought of someone you really miss.”