[John remains silent as well as they make their way out of the woods. He'd expected... what had he expected? He'd only considered telling Sherlock about the nature of his confusion once or twice, but he'd dismissed those thoughts entirely. Yes, Sherlock had been oddly fixated on proving whether or not he was capable of attraction and love, but John never thought he was at the core of that.

He wonders if, ironically, he's made the situation worse with his admission. That'd just figure. He tries to understand why Sherlock has gone so ominously quiet and, finally, the silence is too oppressive for him.]

I'm sorry you've had to get dragged into this. You, the older, magicless Sherlock, I mean. It must be pretty awkward to suddenly partly be another version of you, especially when he has feelings for someone who's just a friend to you.