Afternoon Black Tea

"I couldn't find you after the wedding. Where have you been?" John asked, sipping his tea.
"Around," Sherlock answered briefly.
I was sitting on a bench. Alone. In the dark.
"All right then," John nodded. "Were you having fun?"
"Of course."
It was so cold out there. And dark. On the outside as well as on the inside.
"That's great," John smiled and Sherlock smiled back. He could see, John doesn't actually believe him. He taught him well.
Sherlock couldn't actually tell him the truth, even though, he wanted to. He knew, it would just hurt too much to bear.