"Yeah, I got held up at the library. Apparently their system was throwing a bit of a wobbly." John called back from the kitchen, not startled when Sherlock suddenly spoke up from his chair. Leaving the washing to be dealt with for another time, he walked back into the living room and smiled ruefully at him.

"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you up." He shrugged out of his overcoat and his jacket, folding them over one of two dining chairs in the room. Blackheath sniffed at his pockets while John frowned. "You look thinner. Have you been eating properly? I can rustle up some something for you."