He was a bloody idiot for taking it. I got angry and obviously would not make a very good sober companion. [He has to hide Sherlock's cigarettes after all and search for other drugs on occasion.] God help us if they ever met and got on. [That would be like some sort of nightmare.] As it is I've got a seven year old miniature version of him living with me.

[Thinking of his sister brings up mixed emotions - though her comment about it being close is amusing. Sherlock thought he had a brother.] Is he a pain in the arse or do you get along?