What are you doing here?

Okay so I was bored today and I wrote a prompt of this picture. I know it's bad please don't judge. I'd like to know what you think of it. Enjoy :)

It was a Friday night and Greg Lestrade was going through a rough patch of his divorce so John found himself lounging around Greg's flat watching the football and drinking beer. John himself was down in the dumps as his most recent girlfriend just dumbed him and Sherlock had been moody the past few days so John jumped at the chance to get out of the flat and have some down time. They ordered takeout then John was seated on Lestrade's couch and Lestrade was seated across from him in his arm chair, both yelling enthusiastically at the TV for their favourite team. The first half of the game was over and as the teams went to have a break Greg cracked out some fresh beers and turned the volume down then sat down and took a huge mouthful of his cold drink. "Cheers." John said as he opened his and took a large swig. "So how is everything John?" Lestrade asks seriously. "I'm okay." John nodded a little numbly. "Just okay?" Lestrade asked eyebrows furrowing together. "Just okay. Not bad...but not good." Greg nodded at his words, understanding. "What about you? Hows the divorce." John frowned at himself for being so blunt. "Terrible. She wants full custody of the kids." Lestrade was looking at the ground fiddling with his bottle with a sad expression. John nodded numbly not really knowing how to reply to that. "She won't even let me see them on weekends." He swallowed hard. "That's terrible. Maybe if-" John was cut off but Lestrade's flat door opening and Sherlock walking in and slumping down on the couch next to John without saying a word, pulling his knees up to his chest. He was still in his pyjamas and his blue silk dressing gown, hair disheveled from sleep. The two men starred at him in shock with their eyebrows raised in question as Sherlock didn't even glance at him, eyes fixed on the television. "Um hi? I thought you didn't want to come." John said slowly and Sherlock shrugged in response, still not looking at either man. John looked over at Greg with his eyebrows raised and Greg shrugged and smiled a bit. "You came here in a cab dressed like that?" Greg said motioning to Sherlock's pyjamas. Sherlock nodded. Greg and John laughed at the though of Sherlock in a cab looking like that and the look on the drivers face. "How the hell did the driver take that?" Lestrade laughed. Sherlock shrugged. John frowned and took a sip of his beer. "What's wrong?" John asked, concerned. Sherlock acted as if he didn't hear John and starred at the TV as the players began to file onto the field for the second half. "Sherlock?" John said grabbing Sherlock's chin and turning his face, forcing him to make eye contact. Sherlock shrugged again and John looked over at Lestrade who also shrugged and gave John a sympathetic look. John sighed. He knew better then to force things out of Sherlock when he's in moods. So he settled on reaching over and ruffling Sherlock's curls playfully then settled his hand on Sherlock's shoulder and gave it a squeeze. Lestrade pointed at the remote silently asking for permission to watch and John nodded, then Greg happily tuned up the volume as the game started again. John took his hand away from Sherlock's shoulder and lowered it beside him. Sherlock followed the movement of John's hand and lowered his head down into John's lap, scratching his long leg out across the couch. Lestrade grinned at the two and John looked at over at him helplessly then back down at Sherlock. John helplessly gave in and gently ran his fingers through the detectives thick curls. Sherlock sighed and nuzzled closer, turning around so his nose is pressed into John grey jumper. He looks up at John and it reminds John of a small child. He smiles to himself at the thought and soothes Sherlock's curls back, placing his beer on the floor and resting his free hand on Sherlock's side. "You okay?" John whispers. Sherlock nods and traces his fingers over John's jumper covered belly and closes his eyes, smiling slightly. John twirls a curl around his finger and feels Sherlock melt into his touch. John looks over at Lestrade who smirks and raises his eyebrows again. The army doctor shrugs not really knowing what's going on himself and turns his attention to the game. John feels Sherlock's breathing slow as he curls closer to John and for the rest of the night although it looks like John is focused on the TV, his mind is really on the detective in his arms.