I want you to pretend that when you said no
[Sherlock comes back in the very early hours of the evening, abandoning his wet coat and scarf at the clothes peg, and taking the stairs two at a time. He enters the little living room area looking for John, smiling ever so faintly when he hears him humming from the bathroom. Instead of actually bothering him, Sherlock trails into the kitchen to turn the kettle on. While the water brews, he disappears momentarily to his own room, coming back later clad in his pyjamas and dressing gown, bare feet padding silently on the floor.
He makes two cups of tea, brewing John's the way he likes it, placing it on the surprisingly uncluttered coffee table. He peers at it for a moment before finding his violin propped up underneath the windowsill. Sherlock takes it, and the tea, to the sofa. Placing the mug on the floor beside him, the detective flings himself backwards on to the seat, feet resting on the arm as he plucks at the strings dispassionately, a small frown appearing in the middle of his forehead as he becomes lost in thought]