Yes, well, John refuses to put up with this load of bull, absolutely refuses, so he gives Sherlock a gentle shove halfway to turning to face the other way. Maybe if he presses his forehead to the wall it'll be easier to stop laughing.

But he's pretty sure he can breathe now, at least. Yes, breathing's definitely getting easier, so. Laughing is calming down. Bit by bit.

"So. What's that shack going to look like, then?"