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John slowly opened his eyes to face the morning sun. He lay there a moment before standing and stretching. Sherlck would be getting a new case soon, and John wanted to be prepared for night after night of jumping rooftops.
His bedroom door creaked upon opening, as did the stairs upon descending them.
John entered the kitchen to find that the teakettle was ready for him. Sherlock must've been in a good mood- a scary thought, considering that the man was only happy when someone died.
Suddenly, John felt a pair of strong arms encircling his waist and a weight atop his head.
"Sherlock?" he asked, confused. "Are you alright?"
Sherlock hummed in response, the vibrations of his voice causing the shorter man to shiver.
"Sherlock."
"Hmm?'
"You're hugging me."
Sherlock finally spoke. "Well, I should think that that's obvious, John."
John sighed in frustration, "Rephrase- why are you hugging me?"
There was a pause as Sherlock pondered the question.
"I have two hypotheses. One is simply 'sentiment'."
Sherlock let go and began to walk away. As he reached his bedroom door, John called out, "And the second?"
"I enjoyed the color of your pants more than I probably should have."
He closed the door behind him, leaving John to question what possessed him to come downstairs without his pyjama bottoms.