They eventually fell asleep like that. When John awoke, Sherlock and the tea was gone. He stretched sleepily and got up, scratching his head. He showered and got dressed, not bothering to tidy up since Sherlock likely had some form of organization to his chaos in the kitchen. He noticed, however, that the fridge and cabinets were bare. Of food, anyway. He decided to go grocery shopping since he didn't have much else to do.
It was a pleasant day, so he walked there. He bought basic groceries, as well as some ingredients for dinner. He wasn't much of a cook, but he didn't feel like going out or takeout today. He spent the rest of the day lazing around the apartment, waiting for Sherlock to get home. It got rather late and Sherlock still wasn't home, so John started on dinner. Just some pasta, nothing fancy.
Sherlock burst in as John was pouring the pasta into a calender in the sink. He shut the door silently and stalked to the couch, throwing off his coat and scarf as he went and collapsing dramatically onto the cushions.
John nodded at Sherlock. "Made dinner." he said, scooping himself a bowl and dumping tomato sauce all over it. Sherlock raised an eyebrow, but got up and went into the kitchen. He grabbed the nearest clean-looking cup and dumped a small amount of noodles into it, grabbing a fork and eating it plain. They sat together on the couch, dining in silence. John finally piped up. "So, yesterday-"
"I'm sorry." Sherlock cut him off abruptly.
"For what?"
"Hugging you."
John laughed. "Why are you sorry?"
"Well... you seemed a bit shocked." Sherlock blinked confusedly.
"It was a surprise. But... it was a nice one."
"Nice?"
"Yeah."
They sat there looking at each other for a moment. "Well... you're welcome." Sherlock said quickly, shoving a forkfull of noodles into his mouth. They finished dinner without a word, tossing their dishes into the sink before going back to sit with each other on the couch. "So... it was nice?" Sherlock asked timidly.
"Yes. A bit awkward, but nice."
"Awkward?"
"Well, you kind of just flopped your arms around me and then ran."
"Then how was it nice?"
"It was from you."
"... That's the only reason?" Sherlock asked suspiciously.
"Yeah, pretty much."
"That's stupid."
"Mmhm." John nodded. "Pretty damn stupid. I'm a much better hugger."
"Oh, you are?" Sherlock's eyebrows shot up.
"Yep." John smirked ever so slightly. "Want proof?"
"... Yes."
John smiled and wrapped Sherlock in his arms, giving him a tight squeeze. He pulled back and Sherlock said nothing, anylizing the hug.
"Well?" John asked expectantly.
"That was fantastic."
"Thank you." John chuckled and bowed.
"It was hearty. Like being hugged by a bear." Sherlock said absentmindedly. "Very warm and pleasant. Nicely done."
"Are you reviewing my hugs?" John asked.
"Five out of five. Would hug again." Sherlock teased
John laughed loudly. "You are absolutely ridiculous."
"Wanna smash that system some more?"
"God, yes."
They scrambled up and put on the goggles, beating at the abused system for about half an hour. They then collapsed, panting and grinning like idiots on the couch.
"We really need a case." Sherlock said breathlessly
"I know." John chuckled.