"John."
"Hmm?"
"I can't sleep." John groaned and sat up, rubbing his eyes.
"Sherlock, you said you wouldn't be scared if I let you watch that film with me."
"I'm not scared, John. That movie was stupid and dull. It's just . . . too cold." John rolled his eyes.
"Well, what do you want me to do about it?"
"I think that in the interest of both our warmth, we should share a bed, and furthermore it would be beneficial to sleep up here because it will naturally be warmer." John chuckled quietly.
"If you're really that cold, and that's the only solution, I suppose I can't argue, can I?" Sherlock scowled at him.
"Yes, John,I'm really that cold." Sighing, John moved over and lifted the blanket, inviting Sherlock in.
Sherlock slid in next to him and curled up on his side, facing him. John turned off the lamp. They laid there for about ten minutes before Sherlock spoke again.
"I'm not scared, John."
"I believe you," John answered unconvincingly.
"But I wasnt' really cold, either."
"I know."
" . . . Then why did you let me sleep here?"
"Go to sleep, Sherlock."