[ In some sense, Sherlock has worn out his anger and let it lapse into sorrow. What he can't or fears to express, he lets the music speak for him. He's not sure how long he's been playing. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he registers that no one is yelling at him anymore, but he hadn't changed for them. Sherlock already moved from the residential area. That is the extent of the courtesy he can manage now.
What is truly different is someone directly addressing him and expecting a reply. ]
How can I lose someone I never had in the first place?
[ There is some irony in Sherlock starting to consider Mycroft as a brother (not his Mycroft but still his older brother) only for it to not matter. ]
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What is truly different is someone directly addressing him and expecting a reply. ]
How can I lose someone I never had in the first place?
[ There is some irony in Sherlock starting to consider Mycroft as a brother (not his Mycroft but still his older brother) only for it to not matter. ]