It's obvious he's playing the game. Pretending to be uninterested. I offer him some food, and try to remain positive. "No cases, fair enough old boy." I give him a smile, it's obvious his mentality is suffering, perhaps depression, lack of sleep? I try not to pry, and instead shift to a more positive note; my news. "you're going to be Uncle Sherlock in 8 1/2 months champ."
I could cry at his obvious attempt to change the topic and bring in a lighter mood. Who is this news good for? London feels overpopulated. There are diseases killing children because of the close quarters. Every possible thing wrong with this picture passes through my head after he breaks his news.
"Having a child will be dangerous in your line of work. Have you considered that possibility?"















