Even if John passes his hands over Sherlock's back, he'll be able to mark the knots compounded upon older tension. He bites back a grunt of discomfort as John prods at him, stiffening slightly.

"What about you? No one went rummaging through your files, if that's what you're asking." There's a brief, shameful pause, Sherlock bowing his head. "...Molly kept an eye on you for me. I told her not... to get too involved. I didn't want her of all people getting caught up in this any more than she already had. Mycroft's men kept a distant, but keen eye on 221B. No one entered or left without him knowing. I... I watched occasionally. You looked miserable."