This is my flat.
Hm, you live alone, right?
What about this severed foot?!
Why d’you even have that?
It’s for science, John!
I’ll make you a deal. If you come to my flat and aren’t completely disgusted, I’ll buy you a cup of coffee.
How did you find me?
I was on my way to my surgery.
I was on my way home.
Sherlock, we are soul mates and I can’t stop thinking—
No! You better not be going to say “about you.”
Ah, mm, no.
I told you not to come find me.
I didn’t come find you but now that you’re here, I need to talk to you.