Mm. If you knew who I was thinking about blaming, you'd be a lot more worried than that.

[Mainly, Bruce's favorite culprit -- the government -- and his most recent -- Loki. He wouldn't put this past either one of those.

He follows after Sherlock, eyes roaming, occasionally pausing to look over something, but he's mainly struck by how crushingly normal the things in the house are. Where are they now? There doesn't seem to be much sign of distress, beyond leaving in a rush.]

What're you thinking?