Uneasy
"John."
"Mm?"
"Do you recall telling me, recently, that you sometimes feel that something might happen while you sleep?"
"Ah - Yeah, after that case where -"
"Yes, right."
"Right."
"Ah -..."
"Sher?"
"I. Understand the feeling now."
"Mm? Oh! Oh. You're...?"
"Anxious, it seems. Though I'm not sure what's triggered it."
"Well, it could be anything. Mostly you're just feeling that the night won't be safe?"
"Yes, that's it."
"Right, yeah, that could be anything. Do you - Uh."
"...Mh."
"Well I just - If you need -...Hmmh."
"Come lie with me, John."
"Right! Of course. Gimme a mo' to get through my nightly routine and I'll be right there, yeah?"
"Mh."
...
"John you don't have to knock."
"Oh - I wasn't sure if you were decent."
"I am expecting you. And it doesn't take me twelve minutes to get changed even on a slow day."
"Right. Ah - You won't cuddle me this time, right?"
"Hm. And what would be wrong with that?"
"Well - Uh. Hm..."
"Mh. I make no promises."
...
The rest of the conversation is had in the softest whispers, after John is sure that Sherlock has fallen asleep.
"Christ, you're a bloody octopus...Gimme some of the covers back...How can you be wrapped so tightly around me and yet I have no part of the blankets...You lanky - You're so lucky I -...hfh..."
"..."
"..."
"I love you too, John."
"Ah -"
"Hush. Sleep."