[Sherlock doesn't say anything. Technically, he was fairly certain John did suffer from PTSD, but his therapist clearly had no idea how to treat it properly. Her treatment would never have cured his limp.
As for being a sociopath, sometimes Sherlock just thinks it would be easier to be that way. To truly not care. But then he really would be the same as Moriarty, wouldn't he? He stares at the newspaper, not really reading it.
In spite of it all, John's concern reaches him. Beneath his steel layers, he appreciates it. With a sigh, he rises from the couch.]
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As for being a sociopath, sometimes Sherlock just thinks it would be easier to be that way. To truly not care. But then he really would be the same as Moriarty, wouldn't he? He stares at the newspaper, not really reading it.
In spite of it all, John's concern reaches him. Beneath his steel layers, he appreciates it. With a sigh, he rises from the couch.]
Putting the kettle on.