"What do you mean the creation of the universe is irrelevant?! It's basic astrophysics! Don't you want to know how all of this possibly started, Sherlock?"
"We live on a planet filled with molten rock and elements. That's all I need to know! Why should it matter if I know how the bloody sun was created?! It could be a giant baby's head for all I care!"
"...Sherlock..." I sighed. "....You know...You could be a real idiot sometimes....I going out."
"...Where are you going?"
"None of your bloody business, Tinky Winky!" I slammed the door behind me.
I went to a pub, far from Baker Street. I sat there at the counter, drinking a cup of coffee, staring down at my hands.
Honestly...Why can't he have the slightest consideration for the universe....Perhaps I should drag him along to the university with me...make him take astronomy....or physics.....He'd have every professor quit their jobs though....Why can't he care?...
Suddenly, some bloke about my age sat down next to me.