Howard tries to step forward now, small steps that won't take him from Sherlock's side.

"Look, I don't like that Effie woman either, but break-ups aren't fun. You trying to split them up's going to..." Howard makes a little noise, unable to put words onto his tongue. He wrinkles his nose and makes another pained, frustrated sound before giving up on it. "It's not okay, okay?"

Effie smells like papier mache. Gross.