"Are we going to talk about last night?" John asked, certain he already knew the answer. He avoided looking at Sherlock as he busied himself fixing a cup of tea. Taking a small sip and settling down at the table, he finally fixed his gaze on Sherlock, who barely spared him a glance.
"What is there to talk about?"
John paused, looking away, and took a deep breath.
"Kissed, yes. And?"
John looked over at Sherlock, who still had his attention focused on the paper, and shook his head, laughing.
"Nothing, Sherlock. Nothing at all."