He stands with his glass and brings it over to Watson. Watson could ask anything of him, probably, and Lestrade would give it to him if he sounded so lost when he asked for it.

"An excellent idea." He lays a hand on Watson's arm and squeezes, and he offers him a smile that's not quite so strained, like a life raft. "Even if it pains me a little to contribute to his ego." He smiles faintly, teasing, even if that was more of a joke he had with Holmes himself.

He holds up his refilled glass and braces himself.

"To Sherlock Holmes. The only friend I've ever had who insulted me to say hello." His smile that starts out well-contained cracks in the middle.