"I went through bad nightmares myself you know... and living with you as helped ease them. I still have them, But I can help you Sherlock," John sighed "But knowing you, I suppose I cant push you into it." He wondered if there was a reason Sherlock didn't want to talk about the nightmares. He didn't think Sherlock could get his mind back under control himself. Not this time.
He didn't say that though. "Not hungry?" He asked. "Are you feeling sick?" He hoped his flatemate was not getting sick . That would not be good ontop of recovering from injuries. Plus he knew Sherlock was hard to deal with when he was ill. He sipped his own tea and was quiet for awhile.
John shrugged after a bit and hoped that Mrs Hudson hadnt heard SHerlocks scream. He rubbed his eyes and sat back down. He was tired and looking after Sherlock had been wearing him out.