John had thought he'd made his opinion perfectly clear about what he thought about Sherlock's suggestion, so he put it right out of his mind as soon as his head met pillow. So the next morning, when he emerged in his pyjamas and bathrobe, he did not even consider looking for Sherlock, only giving as much consideration to him as checking his bedroom door to see if he was still sleeping. It appeared so, and so he trudged into the kitchen to put on some coffee and begin digging around the cupboards for something quick to put in his stomach.

Now that he had time to cool off, John actually felt somewhat sorry for hitting Sherlock. With calmer, more rational mind, he began to suspect that maybe the suggestion wasn't entirely a bad idea, and that maybe he'd judged too quickly. He'd been so wrapped up in his own mind and frustrations that he didn't even take the time to analyse any of the merits of it, and really only thought it was stupid because he was upset with Sherlock at the time.

Maybe he'd apologise when he woke up. Maybe. Honestly, it depended entirely on Sherlock and on whether or not he was going to continue pressing the issue from the night before.