He didn't elaborate. He didn't really want to. It was bad enough he kept seeing Molly bring Sherlock up on the boards, these were memories he'd much rather have kept to himself. Moments of weakness he didn't particularly want to broadcast anymore than he had at the time being. So he merely took his tea and sipped it, thanking her as he leaned back in his chair some.
Cream, no sugar. he smiled some at that. She really did know him, or he was just predictable. John looked over at her with a shrug. "Didn't get a chance to sleep yet is all. I'll be fine." Not even this version of him cared to talk of weakness of any kind when it came to himself. "I'm considering a leave of absence." He commented as he looked over at her. He'd only just started but he could claim grievance in the family.