Where that man was concerned, John had no will to be involved any longer. He'd more than done his time with Jim Moriarty. Whether he was returned as a ghost of evils past, or a real figure, should he return again John was done. That man had taken enough from him. Still, he stood. He hadn't succumbed to what Moriarty had thought he might, a sniveling drunk that couldn't stand on his own feet any longer. No, he was stronger than that. And just now he could see it vaguely. He felt better for it really. He could now stare down the ghost and tell it off.
John was still wary of letting anyone in when it came to love, he didn't feel he deserved it after everything that had happened. He also worried. He worried about losing it as everyone he knew seemed to. Whether it be to a gun shot or to the seal, he worried constantly what it would mean if he let himself get too attached to anything anymore.
He raised an eyebrow at her as she touched him, and yet he didn't pull away this time despite Sherlock's mention. He only chewed his lower lip for a moment as he watched her in confusion. Nobody had described him in that manner in some time. Sherlock had once called him a 'Conductor of Light' but he hadn't been giving it much thought lately until those words. "I do all that do I?" He gave her a slightly exasperated little smile, but it was there none the less.