[Amal clearly cannot believe his life so far has led to this moment, swathed in a khaki nest under a bear pelt with his boyfriend and an alien with apparent boundary issues.]

I was thinking about getting Sherlock to track him down, but yeah, a lot of people would remem--

[The sentence dies as he realizes, with a jolt like a suckerpnch, that he once again focused on himself and forgot someone very, very important. God, he sucks.

One text to Poison later, he's back into the conversation.]

Anyway. No way in fucking hell am I letting this happen again.