[John blinked slowly, breath hitching as he feels Sherlock curl closer and chuckle against his ear. Bold, or perhaps in a daze, he slid his hand back along Sherlock's side to settle in the small of his back, cupping there against Sherlock's shirt. Keeping him close.]
No... don't suppose it does.
[His eyes are still trained on the floor, but he isn't really watching their feet anymore. John just doesn't want to dislodge the taller man as he's settled against him, doesn't want Sherlock to straighten or move away.]
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No... don't suppose it does.
[His eyes are still trained on the floor, but he isn't really watching their feet anymore. John just doesn't want to dislodge the taller man as he's settled against him, doesn't want Sherlock to straighten or move away.]