[ A faint blush creeps onto Sherlock's cheeks. Had his playing taken on such a tune? He hadn't... He's struggling with being the man ruled by logic versus being ruled by emotion. Mycroft would have wanted him to be more the former (at least his would), so perhaps it is no wonder that he is more the latter. He can never do what Mycroft wants him to. ]
Hm?
[ His eyes dart to the hand and back to the violin. Sherlock gives both the violin and bow out to him. ]
=O
Hm?
[ His eyes dart to the hand and back to the violin. Sherlock gives both the violin and bow out to him. ]