"No. No," Sherlock replied to both the first and then the second question. He couldn't tell from this distance anyway, and John had been looking through the rubble and hadn't recognised anyone. "It's all very Twilight Zone."
His gaze slid back to John as his partner cupped his cheeks, meeting his concerned look. "I just have a headache," he replied grudgingly."the sun is too bright, it's making my eyes hurt. Nothing- it's nothing serious." Sherlock was sure his self diagnosis was not going to satisfy John in the least. Still, he smiled at him and reached for the front of his pajama shirt, pulling him in to peck a kiss to his lips. "Almost a shame we opted for our old men pajamas last night-" in case Oskar had gatecrashed early in the morning. He was prone to doing that on alternate days.