John relaxes. He's used to dealing with Sherlock's scathing remarks on his 'morals,' so having Will react like a... well, like a typical bloke is a relief. What's done is done, pack it up and move on.

The beer is pleasantly cold as John grips the bottle. "Do you know? I'm not sure. I've never tried." He takes up a seat on the grass next to Will and opens the can. The beer's thin and has hardly any flavor. "Christ, I'm getting the drinks next time, though. How do you people stand this?" His tone is teasing as he takes another pull.