The detective was looking at him. He blushed from embrasment . He knew that people already thought there was something between him and John, he didn't want rumors to start about him and Lestrade.
"I feel terrible." He admited. He was tired of saying he was fine.
Sherlock was looking at him. He didn't say much more though. He knew that he needed to eat.
The detective was not sure about eating, He was still nauseated.
"Food... I dunno I guess." he wasn't keen on eating much. He still wondered why he didn't seem that bothered by Lestrade sleeping by him, long as nobody knew about it.