Leave It At That

"You held onto me." The voice coming other room was enough to startle John, making him put down his tea before he spilled it. "What was that, Sherlock?" John turned back to the stove to stir the soup he was making. It had been cold and it seemed like a night for cozy food and cozy things. No use in being cold if you can help it. Sherlock stood in silence at the kitchen entrance.