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.