Sherlock looked down at him, completely confused. "Good morning?! I would have thought you'd be completely disturbed by this!" He said, well more like mumbled, he still had his face buried in John's hair. His heart was picking up pace now, only he didn't exactly understand why. normally he had those kind of things completely under his control. So why... He let out a shuddering sigh. This was no the time to panic. "We're sleeping together, John. Not just in the same bed, we're literally pressed up against each other. How is this not freaking out your heterosexual morals?" He asked, sounding completely frustrated. "Unless your attracted to me for an odd reason." he inquired, moving back an inch just so he could look down at him curiously. Why was he the one having a small internal breakdown? John was the one who constantly said 'not gay' when inquired about his relationship[ with Sherlock - much to Sherlock's irritation, he was kind of mystified that John actually cared about such things.

John Watson was looking at him. He had no idea why he was ok with this "I don't know Sherlock, this hasnt happened before and I am not sure why I am not freaking out." He lay there and was relaxed.
He blinked and was trying to think. He seemed confused and unsure what to say.
"I don't know why this feels fine." He blinked a bit.
He wasn't sure anymore, Was he attracted to Sherlock. He blushed at the thought. Sherlock was good looking and even if he was annoying, John still liked him. But only as a friend right. John was very conflicted now.