"Yeah, you'd think we'd be used to this kind of thing by now," he chuckled. "Maybe it's a lock-out. Maybe it got bored of us and chucked us out at the scenery change. I'm- it doesn't matter. I'm past trying to figure it all out," he admitted, with a grin. As long as he had Sherlock, it really didn't matter. They'd figure it out together.
"A headache?" he repeated, a hint of concern to his tone; he didn't like it when anything was wrong with Sherlock, but considering the mess of the wreckage they'd just walked away from, he figured they'd got off pretty lightly.
His concern was wiped away momentarily as Sherlock pulled him in for a little kiss. Even though he'd only thought he'd lost him for a matter of seconds, it still felt good to be reminded that everything was going to be okay.
"A shame? I was more relieved. The alternative could have drawn a bit more attention to us, you know?" he reminded him, even though he doubted that was something that would bother Sherlock as much as it would him.