He starts to tip his head up before his eyes open, expecting a cup to be near his lips. It hits him a little late that Sherlock hasn't shifted that much, that there was no sound of porcelain clinking.

Maybe he should add delirium to the list.

Jane's eyes drag over to the coffee table, and it becomes apparent he'll have to shift a bit around where Sherlock's standing. He starts to reach his arm out when he feels a little flip in his guts.