( here in the brownstone, they don't exactly have a lot as far as meals go. they're no longer cultivating mould in the refrigerator thanks to the efforts of mrs. hudson, but sherlock can never bring himself to care about mundane things like eating and all the self-indulgent claptrap that goes along with the epicurean delights. see: mycroft holmes, exhibit A.

they have takeout from tonight sitting in the fridge. watson refuses to cook, so it's more or less takeout every night. mikasa looks like she hasn't eaten in a while - all the signs are there, she's just chosen to ignore them.

she's a lot like him, in that respect. the takeout goes in the microwave. watson is giving the both of them space, and he's appreciative of that.

he's weighing the options here. he's involved in a dangerous line of work, but mikasa's more than capable of taking care of herself. but on the other hand -- she'd have to go to school. he'd have to facilitate that, and sherlock does not know if he has the time or ability to do so at the moment. not when the scars moriarty left are still fresh, not when he's only just gotten back on his feet from addiction. )

I am not your parent or your guardian, Mikasa. It's important that you understand that. And it has been made abundantly clear to me that this is no place for someone of your age.

( he's being kind of patronizing, true. )