He didn't realise that he was grinning.
"Yeah... well. I think I'm just glad that I'm not all on my own. Unfortunately Anderson found my flesh way too attractive when I was busy looting the evidence room and Sally got very ... bitey towards Dimmock. And I've never been very fond of the Chief Super.", he said when a sudden thought made him fall silent.
He looked down at his shoes. "Do you think Sherlock and John are still alive?"
Where Donovan, Anderson and Dimmock had always been 'just' good colleagues he actually considered John as a friend and Sherlock... he was more than a colleague but not particularly a friend. Lestrade always felt the urge to look after him. Sort of.
"Uhm. Well... shopping. I pay!" He exclaimed and wandered off to the supplies of male military clothes.
He never liked camouflage that much but he found the heavy jackets with their several pockets and the strong fabric rather practical. He considered new shoes, as well. Leather boots with a thick sole. But that also meant the danger of hurtful blisters and he decided against new shoes for the moment.
"Where shall we go? Did you hear anything about safe spots?", he asked in her vague direction while he changed into the new found clothes.
They looked odd. On him and especially with his old shoes.
Lestrade peeked around the corner in the very moment when Molly pulled a beige-coloured top over her head.
He liked how the muscles moved under the skin of her back.
To avoid any awkwardness he cleared his throat.
"Fancy some water and a delicious supper of chocolate bars with even more chocolate bars?"