Some part of John regretted the comment the more time that stretched on, but another, was glad that he seemed to be...okay. Sherlock had disappeared countless times now, well, three, if you counted whatever fake death he'd apparently pulled as well and never thought to tell John about. He didn't want to think about that now. "And what side would that be?"
He looked toward the menus, deciding to draw one to himself. If he was going to drink, he probably should eat something as well, even if it was something small. But really, he'd thought to drink. "A bit hard to mess up a soup."