Yeah, of course its not real. No offense, but you're definitely not my dad. [Leo says simply enough. He adds a slice or two of bacon to the plate before he walks over to deposit it in front of Sherlock. The fourteen year old if anything is confident enough in what he says.]

Eat something, you'll feel less weird. [He points a spatula meaningfully back at Sherlock.] I'll get you a glass of water or orange juice.

A lot of paperwork in your ""office"" [He does a helpful air quote.] Birth certificates, social security numbers, paperwork for the car out front, check stubs, the usual stuff you'd need for an identity like this.

[He grabs a cup from the cupboard, setting it aside before he opens the fridge to grab some orange juice.] All the houses are cookie cutter samey houses real close together. Not a lot of actual privacy.