[He's torn now. His own selfish needs, or his friend's comfort. He weighs it up silently for a moment, before tutting in irritation at himself and moving to the bed to put a hand on John's shoulder and shake him once. Firmly. Mycroft would laugh at his sentimental choice, but Sherlock isn't the man he used to be and friends are more important than most other things now.]
I've come to bring back the shampoo.
[It'll probably be more appreciated as an excuse than drawing attention to the nightmares.]
cw: drugs
I've come to bring back the shampoo.
[It'll probably be more appreciated as an excuse than drawing attention to the nightmares.]