"Honestly? So did I." He smiles thinly and takes another swallow before he sets his glass down and sighs. "If you don't mind, I'd better be headed back, though. You are invited over, you know. Whenever you'd like."

He considers Watson a moment, and then pulls him into a hug before Watson can protest or make Lestrade doubt himself. It's a firm hug, and he pats Watson's back as he draws away again; he has to clear his throat before he speaks.

"I'll let you know about the Yard, first thing. Good evening."