It was a bit odd, holding John while he could feel his body shift and change underneath him. It wasn't the first time he'd done it, but he never really got used to it.

Sherlock smiled warmly. "Of course you can drink from me." He said, with a grin and a nod. He looked over to the cot, where William was still sound asleep.

"Do you want me to lay down, or drink from me here?"