The alarm buzzes in John's ear and he turns and delicately slaps it. He sighs. He hears someone in the kitchen padding about, and nonchalantly yells "Sherlock?" It's pure habit. After it's out of his mouth he regrets it. He hears Mrs. Hudson sweetly say, "No dearie, just me. Care for a cup of tea?" He tells her thanks but no thanks, and sinks back into melancholy. He sighs. He's been doing that a lot lately. It's been three years, he's been sighing the whole time, taking lots of breaths in and out, making sure he's still alive.
Keep your eyes on me.