You'd like to think that. I would, too, really. But we both know how abnormal we are, the difference in our brains. You don't know anything about me, because you're choosing not to look. It's why you don't-- look me in the eye. Perhaps a form of autism, but I suspect an atypical form.

You don't want to know me, because you're afraid of what you'll find.

[Oh, should he have not said that. Woops. Sherlock doesn't care about feelings.]