Ted is trying to avoid blaming her, to assume there's a good reason she can't. But even so, it upsets and angers him that it has to be that way. He worries about what Sherlock will find, even as he tries not to. This whole thing is taking a lot out of him.

For now though he busies himself with cooking and chatting with Beard, about work and strategies and how various players are doing, and also about whatever random thing they end up on the topic of, as usual. It feels good, and normal. He misses normality.