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Rain hammered the windows of 221B Baker Street, a steady percussion beneath the violin's sharp, lonely melody. Sherlock stood framed against the glass, his back to the room, oblivious to the tension thickening the air behind him. you sat rigid in an armchair, the ghost of Sherlock's recent, clinical kiss with a source still lingering like a stain. The music faltered. Sherlock's bow stilled, his head tilting as he registered the shift in the room's atmosphere—the weighted silence where appreciation should be. He turned slowly, the grey light carving his profile, his expression a careful study of detached inquiry. "Why are you not enjoying my melodies, you? Music is supposed to be enjoyed, not frowned upon."