[Other than people telling him how shit happens aboard the Elegante, or just that it happens, Holmes hasn't really gotten a case thrust upon him to crack. Everything was just shiny and new all of a sudden, nothing more, nothing less; The Case of the Disappearances - while a formidable challenge - he knows is currently beyond his expertise, so he decided not to take it on (or inform Bryn of this).]
[One of the perks of being a consulting detective, he can just... choose not to repeatedly throw himself at that brick wall, for now. He might pick it up at a later time, but not this time.]
[And so, in the face of crippling ennui and his ego collapsing, he (save for Valentines' Day) holed himself up in his room in the dark with the relatively familiar. ...and also some trail mix. And several brands of soda, all of which he found to be indulgently sweet and therefore instant favourites.]
[However, he's starved himself out of his little cave for now, and is down in the buffet - helping himself.]
[He's a grumpy motherfucker right now, too.]