John really hadn't wanted a kid, he still didn't so much. Kids sort of made him uncomfortable, and Bo's gift made him even more so. Yet he didn't know how to hide his pain or change it, so he just didn't mention it when it was brought up. He didn't want to talk about it and even less so with a child.
He'd been relaxing on the couch a bit when Rose came over with tea. It wasn't anything to raise alarm to, tea was often a comfort in their flat. John set his laptop aside on the small table that rested beside the couch and looked up at her. "At least someone sleeps in this household." He said with a faint smile. He had not been getting very much lately, not that it was anything new for him.
He reached for the tea and sipped it. Things had been tense since the anniversary of Sherlock's death, and he felt bad. He was glad to have Rose over. Like things were normal again. Normal was something he needed. Sipping at his tea he took a breath and relaxed a little more. Reaching down to pat his needy dog on his head every now and then, he just enjoyed her presence. "Missed you since she moved in." He admitted with a small smile.
It wasn't the same. It wasn't the girls fault, but John wasn't very good at change. It was taking him some adjustment. But he was getting there. He liked her enough so that helped. She was an interesting little kid. He just had zero experience with them.