"Not like I was home all that much anyway," she reminded him, leaning over to nudge him slightly with her elbow. It was just so good to see him smiling. She'd been afraid he was angry with her when, in her heart, she knew he was angry with everyone. The world in general. The Seal. Sherlock, Moriarty, anyone involved in him losing someone once again. But it had hurt to be pushed away as much as she had and she was having to get settled back again.
Settling back into the cushions, she sipped at her tea, trying to judge his mood. She'd promised Kat she'd tell him. But that didn't make this an easy task. Maybe they should have made Florence do it. Or maybe Kat herself should have since she was the one who hadn't wanted John stumbling on the post himself. But no, he was her flatmate-technically-and one of her closest friends. She could do this.
"John... I've got a question. And it isn't a fun one, and I'm sorry for that. But it needs to be asked."