"--Absolutely not." John cuts him off. Sherlock is a terrible shot - he doesn't even know how to hold the pistol correctly.

He flickers through the conversation, still wearing the same look of concentration before it slackens some.

"It reads more like a kid to me," He replied, shaking his head. He tapped in a return message, before looking back to Sherlock. "Moriarty never crossed me as crass. Psychopathic and disturbingly obsessed with you, yes, but I can't see him insulting you like this."

His features hardened a little, "And if it is him, and not one of the people reading the blog, then he's got no friends to fall back on here."