After about an hour, John had been discovered on the stairs by Mrs Hudson. She'd enquired about them having "a little falling-out", then asked/practically-bodily-forced him down for cheesecake and several cups of sweet tea. He used the excuse Sherlock had a problem with an experiment to explain his lack of shirt, and it wasn't entirely a lie. Dear Mrs Hudson said you must be freezing, John and wrapped him up in one of her dead husband's horrible cardies, complete with essence of mothball, then turned the heating right up. Despite the discomfort this proved to be, it gave him a chance to subtly shift the conversation topic to the delightful English weather.

By the fourth cup of tea, John had done quite a bit of thinking. He had decided that the 'milk' thing wasn't really Sherlock's fault, so if it was cleaned up by the time he returned to the flat - unlikely - then that could be forgotten. As for the walking-off-after-random-sex bit… well, that could be dealt with after he addressed the events that led up to it.

Half way through the sixth cup of tea, when John was just reaching the point of making his excuses and leaving, his phone vibrated in his pocket with a text. He hadn't realised it was still in there, so it startled him slightly. The text was from Sherlock.

NEED MEDICAL ATTENTION.

COME HOME.

SH