"John." Sherlock looked. There were two cots, on opposite sides of the tent, each of then really only big enough for one person. It looked like, at least for now, they were going to have to sleep alone.
Sherlock noticed the rub of his shoulder and walked up behind John, putting his hands around the scar and kneading ever so gently. "Here, that long drive made it ache I'm sure. let me help." He started into a soft but deep tissue massage, working the muscles under the gnarled skin.