[ john's face contorts in confusion when sherlock edges away until his medical knowledge catches up to him. oh, wonderful. he's exhibiting the symptoms of a drug-induced psychosis. obviously the great sherlock holmes and his famous brain can't handle the toxic levels of cocaine he shot up with earlier this evening. ]

Sherlock, it's me. John. I'm really not in the mood for this. [ his voice comes out as a growl; there wasn't even an attempt to soften his voice for his daft best friend. ] So you can either lift up your arms so I can take off your coat, or I can punch you in the face.

[ it's supposed to be an empty threat, but his comment about harry has upset him enough to make it very feasible. ]

Your choice. But we need to get you out of these clothes.

[ he sincerely hopes mycroft is the only one who has bugged the flat, otherwise the sun will have their front page tomorrow. ]