Sherlock does stare at his ear, he's still not used to this place even if he himself is walking proof of how mad it can get. Still he was slightly jealous, that didn't look so bad.

A bitter smirk at that. "You remind me of someone. A friend of mine. He wouldn't leave me alone until he was sure that I really was okay. And...well, it was probably good that he didn't."

He picked at his food. "But really, what else can I do? Nothing! There isn't anything any of us can do about it except feel sorry for ourselves!"