"Well," Watson said, rather breathlessly, "I can't say that I object strenuously to it."

Holmes's room. He was going to sleep in Holmes's bed. That was... strange to think of. Would it be difficult to sleep in a strange room? Well, not strange, per se, but not one he spent a great deal of time in. Still, the climb to his own room seemed impossibly strenuous and long just then, and it was remarkably easy to settle into the embrace of Holmes's arm like this.

Pulling away only enough to make walking possible, he moved towards Holmes's room, wanting to be the one to take the first steps in that direction, because then it was him doing so and not Holmes 'coercing' him. Besides, he was possessed of a full-body exhaustion that made collapsing into a bed a very tempting option.