John mock glared at him as he finished rinsing off. "It's not my fault that I run hot." He huffed. But there was a smile to words. He loved this, this easy teasing between them. It was comfortable.

He stepped out of the shower and found his towel from earlier. He began to dry off.

"I don't have a lot." He told Sherlock, "Everything should fit in a duffel bag."