He lets go of her hand, but only so he can wrap his arm around her shoulders and pull her a little closer, kissing the side of her head. He takes a breath and breathes a deep sigh through his nose, trying to let the worry and the sadness drain out of him before it gets any worse.

"What's Sherlock's favorite drink, do you know?" he asks curiously, going back to what they were talking about. "Non-alcoholic, obviously," he adds.