Sherlock was looking at him, his eyes full of pain. "I'm fine" He whispered, He curled up more. He didn't want to cave so easily. His eyes were red from crying so hard as well. He knew that he needed to try and move on.
He was startled at Gregs hand on him and he panicked and backed up.
"Sooner wouldn't make a difference... uhh Gavin," He muttered. Not caring to get Lestrades first name right as normal. He knew that annoyed everybody including Lestrade. But Sherlock also wasn't even thinking clearly.
He closed his eyes and was panicking more. "F...Fine call John if that will give you peace of mind." He was sobbing harder. He didn't want John to see him like this. But he knew it might still help.