Right. [He clears his throat and heads to the door of the classroom, trusting Sherlock to follow. Trusting... it's not something he can do easily, and with someone like Sherlock Holmes, the lying detective, it shouldn't come at all. Still, the trust comes, even with the anger and guilt and old resentments simmering below the surface.]
One too many roughly's up there...
Let's go.
[The game is on once more.]