Nodding his head back and forth he reflected on their first encounter. “I supposed that was expected. I think I just got excited.” He looked to her as he explained himself. “I don’t expect everyone will come back so sometimes I get consumed and try to throw everything into one encounter. Tends to be a self fulfilling prophecy really.”

“I’m not worried about her.” He smiled softly to Joan, his hand finding hers. “Maybe she’s crazy about Sherlock but we’re not her targets.” Unless Joan rocked it the boat of things. “We’re going to be fine.” He excuted confidence that could either show that he knew something or that he just was that sure of himself.