What the hell was Sherlock on about? Give up? Give up on what?! What was even happening? Sherlock's not the only one with fighting experience, of course, so he does his best to buck his hips and twist far enough to be able to get some sort of leverage on him, but he's surprised at how strong Sherlock is this early in the morning. He's struggling to breathe a little, unable to pull his wrists out of Sherlock's long-fingered grasp.

"What is wrong with you? Is this about last night?" He wants answers, because like hell he's going to give up when he's the one who's being assaulted. He twists a little and manages to catch a foot on the floor, pushing up enough to try to knock Sherlock off of him. "I was-- nngh! Going to apologise!" he shouts. "I'm sorry! I shouldn't have punched you!"