"Coffee, ok I suppose." Sherlock's stomach growled again. He knew that his stomach betrayed him alot of the time he tried to say he didn't need food. He knew that he couldn't hide his hunger much longer. The detective was groaning a bit from pain as well.
"MMmph he didn't say, he asked about the case and my health," he muttered , leaving out the part where John had asked if he was being nice to her. He didn't see why he had to mention all that. He was sure that John would be annoyed at him later.

He knew that they would have alot of work to do with the case. Sherlock barely intended to stop. Even stoppimg for coffee would be putting him behind a bit. He knew that he was a bit tired and coffee might help.
He still didn't intended to eat anything, unless somebody forced him. He wasn't sure if Mae had the strength to even force him to eat anything. He was looking around as they left the morgue. He wasn't even thinking that she would be hungry either. He figured she would ask to stop for food if she was hungry.

Sherlock was looking around. He was more focused on the case than anything else. He was deep in thought and forgot she was even by him for a moment. He knew that he barely thought about others.
"John text you too didn't he." He knew that the fact her phone had gone off, after he failed to answer John fully could only mean he had probably text her the same thing. He gasped from pain a bit.