Sherlock had just solved a case and was sitting impatiently in his armchair, right across from John’s. He finally opened his eyes as he had been thinking and looked across at the man who had made him cheat (on his work of course). He noticed John had been staring at him; or more specifically, his hair. His raven black hair hadn’t been styled so it sat in a fluffy, messy, mass on top of his head. He could almost see John’s fingers twitching to either fix it or play with it.

“Yes?”