[John glares down at the tablet, steeling himself. The please tugs at his heartstrings and several years ago, it might have been enough. Not anymore. Especially not after learning about Moriarty being in Sherlock's head like that.]

No.

Alone doesn't protect you here. You want me to mind Mycroft after he suggested murdering an innocent man just to put you back in a body that looks a bit like your old one? You will need to be there, as well.