John turned and looked at Sherlock "Yeah?" He listened to what Sherlock was about to say. He had no idea what was about to come out of the detectives mouth, His eyes widdened.
He had never thought Sherlock would ask such a thing. Though he sometimes secretly hoped. He smiled a bit. EVen if a slighty blush had formed on John's face.
"Alright Sherlock." He would do anything if Sherlock thought it would help. He looked at him "Do you want me to help you up?" he knew Sherlock probably could barely walk. He didn't want to leave Sherlock on his own to get upstairs.