The fingers on the back of his neck were absolutely heavenly! More than Sherlock had realised they would be and more than he had been expecting. He moaned softly, the ache in his head immediately easing. "Hm," was his agreement to let John know, but the attention to his hair was just enough to make Sherlock putty. Not that John couldn't do as he wished to Sherlock whenever he wished, but there were some things that made it just a bit easier.
"Hm," he said again, because he was okay. And he was going to go and look in the woods or something and find- something. What was he doing? "Oh. Yeah. Yeah. Looking for clues." He let John help him up, leaning down to press a firm kiss to his lips, satisfied with the sound it made as they parted. "Shout if you need anything, won't you? Please. I'll come back in five minutes. I love you."