*John POV*
I smile softly at Sherlock, digging through my drawers until I find a shirt sufficient for sleeping.
"Alright. So..."
Sherlock tips his head at me, frowning slightly.
"Today was Friday."
"So?"
"So no classes today. Or tomorrow."
"Oh."
I chuckle, watching Sherlock swirl his tea around before taking another slow sip.
"What would you like to do?"
He frowns slightly, still not looking at me.
"I'm not sure yet."
"That's fine."
Sherlock stands suddenly, pinning me to the wall.
"Sherlock!"
He studies my face for a moment, fear flashing through his eyes before he grabs his coat and leaves.
"Sherlock, wait! Come back, please. Ill go, alright. Ill go find somewhere else to sleep for tonight."
Sherlock stops walking, eventually turning back towards me and comes back into the room.
"What was that?"
"Nothing."
"Sherlock..."
"I thought you said you were leaving me alone for the rest of the night. Get out, or I'm leaving."
I nod, walking slowly out of the room and dialing Greg's number.
"Hey mate, what are you doing up?"
"I'm sorry, there was a...a situation with Sherlock."
"Is he alright? I know Myc just got back not too long ago, do you want me to wake him up again?"
"Its fine. I umm...I just need a place to stay for...for the night."
"Did you get locked out again?"
"No. Ill...ill explain once I get to yours. If...if that's alright with you."
"Of course."
"Thank you."
Greg hangs up, leaving me alone in the semi darkness of the corridor.
