"You slept with that wanker??" he exclaimed again, falling silent right after, trying to put order in his mixed feelings and thoughts.
He had thought he knew Sherlock, but it clearly wasn't so, it was like a whole new chapter had opened up in front of him, and apparently, it was filled with sex.
The rest of Sherlock's words brought him back to reality, to the matter at hand.
"Well, sorry if I didn't know I was bloody gay until a few months ago!" he snapped, grabbing Sherlock's wrist so he would stop pacing, it was making him even more nervous.
"Don't you dare blaming me for this! You are far from open on any matter that regards yourself, how was I supposed to know that you cared for me? By the fact that you ignore me on a regular basis or that you call me stupid every time? Or by the fact that you said you were married to your work?" he ended with a groan.
"I am not going to agree to dating you until you are bloody clear about your bloody feelings!" he exclaimed, and looked at him challenging.