You just stare at Sherlock and nod. "You and John, kinda saved my life so I owe you big."
"Breakfast", he simply asks
"Yes, I'm starving" a bright smile appears on your face, and you wonder that you are actually hungry. You've stopped eating, more than an small apple and a piece of toast, a few weeks ago and never felt the urge to eat more, until now. You're lips from into an even wider smile and the seldom used muscles in your yaw hurt a little, but in a rather good way.
You look around the warm room and find your white allstars next to the wooden entering door and put them on. Sherlock slips into his black shoes, opens the door for you and while he jumps down the stairs he puts on his dark coat and the warm and thick looking scarf on.
Out on the streets he holds his hand out, calling for a cab.
Sherlock elegantly hops into the waiting car, as soon as I climb in he tells the driver the address.
The cab made is way through the cold and foggy air in London.
After the driver stops the car, we hop out onto the street and we head into a nice looking cafe. We sit down on a bench right next to the window, watching the by passing strangers.
You order yourself a plate of pancakes and a coffee, Sherlock takes only tea. As you get your plate you offer him a pancakes, but he refused to take any, so you just raise an eyebrow and silently finish your first real meal since a very long time.
Then the both of you start talking about nothing in particular, but you really enjoy having those kind of meaningless conversations, Sherlock seems to do so too. Sherlock Holmes makes you laugh in a way no one ever could. You don't really know what it is, just that sure as hell it ain't love.
You leave the cafe about an hour later and head back to Sherlock's apartment. You went up into the living room and played chess with him, while Ms. Hudson made you tea. Every one avoiding the most important questions, which are all about you, and if you stay, and if you do so for how long.