Their expressions don't really betray whether or not they know, since they would all be looking sympathetic after a loss anyway.

"Yes please," he answers. After he stopped being on pain meds (a thankfully not too awful process, with Joan's support and knowledge), he did go back to his usual amount of drinking. At least whenever Sherlock's not around, at which times he limits himself. Now definitely seems like a good time for a drink though.

"How was your Christmas?" he asks, glad to have something to talk about besides the match, as he goes to sit down next to Joan. He's no longer as cold and stiff as he was earlier, but he still feels a little awkward about it all.