Sherlock allowed the touch to happen but took a step back when John let go, letting out a breath and glancing down the hall. It was better this way, he reminded himself. Playing an unrequited love was easier, he wouldn't have to fold John into the deception - could still play at being devoted even as John kept himself firmly apart.

Why, then, did a part of it bother him? He had always assumed John would follow him anywhere, regardless, but having John choose anything over him - even if he hadn't actually wanted to be chosen in the first place, was annoying. Especially considering that it was Effie-- Enough. This was getting ridiculous. He took another step back.

"Yes, well. Hungry?" He asked, though it came out weakly.