Sherlock wasn't sure how to react, He rubbed his eyes "Well ummmmmmmm." he was quiet for a moment. In the inside he really was torn. Should he yell or just act like it was ok. Deep down he wasn't sure if it bothered him or not.
"never mind."
He just decided to let it go. It was probably just a slip up. He knew Lestrade was probably just that tired. He was acatully red in the face though. He curled up in his blankets. He groaned "JUst again... don't let anybody know."
He was sure people would start thinking things. Sherlock still had a repuation to uphold.