"I should have asked. But I wanted to try and surprise you." John said weakly. He didn't move. He felt... Confused. He bit his lip and sighed.

"I'm going to go upstairs. I need to sort myself."

He then retreated to the upstairs room. He had things up here and technically it was his room, but he hardly ever used it, instead choosing to stay with Sherlock. He shut the door and sat on the bed, his back to the headboard, propping him up. He sighed and rubbed his face. Well fuck.