Behind the cold and logic facade:

 crack Sherlock Holmes open just a little and you’ll find he’s a romantic.

 (Sherlock meta by Ivy Blossom)

E: Well, that's interesting.
S: What is?
E: The way you think
S: Superbly?
E: Sweetley.
S: I.m not sweet; I'm just high.

One of the things I love about this show, all four series’ of it, is the hints in it about what Sherlock would be like if he could get past all his hang ups and issues. He puts on such a great show of being a creature of pure reason. His life has been dedicated to becoming something he is not, and now his facade has now become his character. It’s true, but it’s a lie at the same time.

Here he is as the cold deduction machine everyone knows him to be, and he thinks he’s about to be complimented on his prodigious brain power (as usual), but what surprises Eurus-as-Faith isn’t his ability to deduce. It’s his sweetness. The nature he’s been burying all this time is the first thing that strikes her about her brother.

And no wonder she can’t help but see it, even though few others ever will; that’s something that is, among the Holmes children, unique to Sherlock, and entirely alien to her. She can see the deduction better than Sherlock can, but he brings something else to it. He brings his sweetness. The seed of it is there in him and always has been, though it’s invisible to almost everyone else.

Crack Sherlock Holmes open just a little and you’ll find he’s a romantic.