John's a master of drinking on his own, but can't help but feel a bit endeared at the face Q's making over the liquor. It's… well. Cute. Like Q so often is. So he just doesn't say anything on the matter, only downs his drink with much less of a sip.
"Yeah?" He asks it like sleeping over at his boyfriend's isn't a normal affair. Maybe nothing between them is really normal anyway though, so it could be the truth. "Yeah."