He smiles as John holds his bottle out to him, accepting the offer of a sip of it and trying not to shiver in response to his touch. He likes this. This gentle and affectionate side of John that comes out when no one else is watching.

Flip a coin. He shakes his head at the idea of it but of course he wouldn't past the other man to do it either. Just as he wouldn't put it past him to offer to cook him a meal or fetch him takeaway when he'd had very little intention of eating any himself.

"I think we're going for minimum amount of effort at this point. The place on the corner shouldn't be too busy now. Are you sure you're alright with going out again, though?"

He reaches up with his own free hand to cup the other man's jaw. Tilting his head a little so he can look into John's eyes. He looks -- tired. He moves to run his hand through John's hair, before he moves to hand his beer back to him, flicking a smile. "You've taken your boots off and everything."