Sherlock hovers over the side of John's bed for longer than he really needs to. Much like John, he's feeling stuck in the moment of things feeling both right, normal, back to how things should be and also completely off from their new routine since his return. Of course, he preferred things to go back to the way they'd been before, but it wasn't him that started the propagating pushing away back and forth they'd been caught up in.

When John starts to stand up, Sherlock steps over the drying puddle on the floor to give the smaller man room. The whole upstairs reeks enough for Sherlock to turn his nose up at it, but it's not enough to make him leave. At least not while things were still civil between him and John.

"Case. Hampshire," he starts, then remembers that he hadn't actually told John about it quite yet. "I'll give you details on the way. Train leaves at 6:15."