Once alone, Ted takes a second to take a deep breath and calm himself. He's aware that was not a great reaction to have, and that Sherlock probably was trying to be nice. But he also wishes he'd leave things alone when they're none of his business.

He takes his time to gather clothes for Joan, not wanting to head in there immediately if Sherlock's in there. There's a limit to how long he can dawdle though, so soon enough he heads in there.

"Morning, sunshine," he says, smiling with his usual cheer, even if it takes a little bit of work to maintain just now. "Or lunch, I suppose."