flyte-sebastian-flyte:

ugh my intelligent beautiful classy witty talented friend JUST GETS TO BE GOOD AT EVERYTHING AND I HATE HER

Well, we all know what Victor would say to that, don’t we?  

(Victor, son, what is that on your head?) 

My God woman, I have singled you out as she who I scorn most in this life and you declare to me your love? You must be mad!

(but of course Sherlock would scoff and then respond in kind)