"Damn it," Holmes mutters, letting him go. Better than another public scene, at least. Slim salvation though that might be.

He drags out another cigarette, lighting it with a sharp hiss from the match before meeting Raven's gaze again. The gentleness of those eyes might unnerve him at another moment.

"Can I trust nothing, and no one?" he says, voice low and clipped, the question rhetorical.