They will indeed see. And this arrangement will continue for as long as Sherlock's efforts make him useful. Peter gives him a nod and heads downstairs.

Inside, Cal has lost track of time somewhat, or maybe Sherlock was quicker than Cal thought he'd be. He's still in the shower when Sherlock enters, but it's a couple minutes' wait before he emerges from the adjoining bathroom. He's wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt; judging from the flush to his skin and the amount of steam that billows out along with him, he was running the water as hot as he could stand it. Maybe even a bit hotter.

He looks calmer than he did when he dropped Sherlock off. Less frayed around the edges.

"That was quick."