Sherlock's not quite sure what to do with this information. There had been something there. Then John's busily telling him off for surprising him. Sherlock rolls his eyes at the accusation that proximity to Sherlock somehow increases John's likelihood of being kidnapped - that's really quite the reach. Besides, he's never quite bought the whole argument that this or that triggers his PTSD because it's been quite clear from the start that getting John's adrenaline going is not the problem, but the answer.
Clearly, no one wants to be kidnapped, but being thrust into the middle of danger has never done anything but shake John awake, pull him from the dull day to day that he tried and failed to slip back into and out into the rush of solving crimes. The difference between them is that when there's a dry spell, John doesn't lose his mind quite so openly. Sherlock can barely stand the boredom while John just pales, recedes into it, like he's forgotten all over again that he craves this, too.
He hasn't broken eye contact with John since the man started talking and flapping about with his complaints. It's a steady, uncomfortable gaze, to be sure. He's still working it out, wondering if he could possibly be right. He'd thought they'd gotten that out of the way very early on. John had questions and had pressed, but Sherlock had made his intentions at the time quite clear and since then John's made efforts to date, annoying as that was. But maybe there was more to it. This overreaction made it clear there was definitely something going on.
He watches him rub at his neck, and goes back to his explanation of his theory. His curiosity about this about John is only barely on the back burner because it, too, is something to be worked out, and John has always been high on his list of priorities. Even if it hardly seems so. Through the rest of his explanation and walking John (rather quickly) through the files and photos, he manages to mockingly reference John's overly jumpy reaction, just to push buttons.
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Clearly, no one wants to be kidnapped, but being thrust into the middle of danger has never done anything but shake John awake, pull him from the dull day to day that he tried and failed to slip back into and out into the rush of solving crimes. The difference between them is that when there's a dry spell, John doesn't lose his mind quite so openly. Sherlock can barely stand the boredom while John just pales, recedes into it, like he's forgotten all over again that he craves this, too.
He hasn't broken eye contact with John since the man started talking and flapping about with his complaints. It's a steady, uncomfortable gaze, to be sure. He's still working it out, wondering if he could possibly be right. He'd thought they'd gotten that out of the way very early on. John had questions and had pressed, but Sherlock had made his intentions at the time quite clear and since then John's made efforts to date, annoying as that was. But maybe there was more to it. This overreaction made it clear there was definitely something going on.
He watches him rub at his neck, and goes back to his explanation of his theory. His curiosity about this about John is only barely on the back burner because it, too, is something to be worked out, and John has always been high on his list of priorities. Even if it hardly seems so. Through the rest of his explanation and walking John (rather quickly) through the files and photos, he manages to mockingly reference John's overly jumpy reaction, just to push buttons.