Sherlock huffed. "You and me both." He stayed quite for a good ten minutes, and than eventually fell asleep.

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Much to his pleasure in the morning, he realized he didn't have anymore nightmares. However, something was off. He had tightly curled himself around John, tucking John's head beneath his chine, and John's hair was tickling his nose. They were pressed chest to chest, Sherlock's arms wound around John's waist, and they were snuggled quite closely. Sherlock stayed there - for two reasons, none of which were highly acceptable. 1) He had no idea what else he should do.
2) Much to his frustration, he was very content, and enjoying it greatly. He loved the feeling of John's warm body tucked up against his. He was warm and he felt safe (and he was disgusted by the sentiment) and he was undeniably [i]happy[/i], which he hadn't been for quite awhile.