My favorite thing about Sherlock is the character development. I don’t believe that Sherlock is a sociopath (he does care, and sometimes it upsets him that he cares), but he’s not an angel, either. Like most human beings (even if he’s more complex than most), he falls somewhere in the middle. I think he genuinely believes that sentiment is a flaw found in the losing side, at least until he meets John, and he begins to wonder if maybe Mycroft is wrong, and caring is an advantage.
I love this scene because it is so Sherlock. He’s worried about the little boy, and at the same time he’s excited about the challenge. He wants to best Moriarty intellectually, and he celebrates his victory, but then he looks at John, probably remembering the conversation they had earlier and how disappointed John was when he declared that he didn’t care. And that’s all it takes, one look, no words are necessary.
ONE OF THESE THINGS IS NOT LIKE THE OTHER THINGS, ONE OF THESE THINGS JUST DOESN’T BELONG
That’s right, I don’t care who I offend, I’m coming out and saying it. Since when does Watson have a moustache?
What is this
doing on Watson’s lip?
“‘He was a middle-sized, strongly built man- square jaw, thick neck, moustache, a mask over his eyes.’
“‘That’s rather vague,’ said Sherlock Holmes. ‘Why, it might be a description of Watson.’”
— The Adventure of Charles Augustus Milverton