"Right then, he's in custody, drinks are in order, the Queen's head. Coming Sherlock?" Lestrade picked up his coat and glanced over to Sherlock who was hovering slightly over his flat mate. John was sat hunched in a chair pressing an ice pack to his left cheek after an enthusiastic encounter with their suspect an hour before.
"Got an experiment." Sherlock retorted as he shrugged into the Belstaff coat and flicked his collar up. "John!?" both Lestrade and Sherlock said at once and John dropped the icepack and smiled. From Lestrade it was clearly a question but from Sherlock a statement of expectation.
"I have a choice between severed body parts and chemical fumes or a quiet pint at the local pub…" he chuckled "Queen's head it is." Sherlock looked slightly put out for a second frowning down at John who stood up to grab his coat. "You just had a wrestling match with a man twice your size and got yourself punched in the face…" he stated as though this was in itself a deduction leading to John going with him home.
"Yes, and I'm fine and now I want a chance to relax and frankly trying to watch telly while I worry that you're about to blow our flat up is not all that relaxing." John realized this might have sounded harsher than he had intended so he lowered his voice and smiled at Sherlock. "Go home, do your thing, try not to blow anything up and I'll be home in a couple of hours."
"Right, see you." Sherlock turned around and was out of the building in one fluid motion. He wasn't entirely sure why it bothered him that John had chosen the pub with Scotland Yard instead of coming home with him but it left him feeling just a little less happy as he set off back to Baker Street.