"Who do you think you are?" Watson protested, though his voice was full of good-natured humour. "Telling me what to do, how dare you."

Still, he was genuinely drowsy, if in part because of the drug running through his veins. He settled himself comfortably, grateful beyond words for Holmes beside him. Perhaps they weren't safe, but together, at least, they were strong.

"I love you," he murmured, rather sleepily.