"Seriously? No, I don't believe it. I mean I do believe it, but… I don't believe it."
John shrugged at his half-empty third pint. "Well, Greg. Believe it."
"But how can you… I mean, he's not even… well, ok, I suppose it's possible, but… Sorry mate, I just…" Lestrade gave a low whistle and took a long sip of his beer.
John looked absently at the match on the tv above the bar. "Just do me a favor, yeah? Maybe don't mention this to anyone yet? Things are still – I just need a bit more time."
"'Course, mate. Shit." Lestrade shook his head and joined John in pretending to watch rugby. Shit…