don't worry it won't stay this cute

[mustbethetruth]

It's a little alarming to Holmes that he enjoyed their evening. He and Watson spent most of the day with Lestrade and Mary, and he enjoyed himself, even in their silly romantic company. What this means for him, he couldn't possibly say. Is Watson softening his character to the point where he has friends, in a normal way, and he enjoys it?

Mycroft will never believe it. Actually, he might laugh at him. Holmes would be alright with that, as he feels liable to laugh at himself just now.

It's dark as they approach Baker street, and he's humming the opera for Watson's benefit. The street's fairly empty, and he's happy -- properly happy -- so he breaks away from Watson and dances with himself, only just able to stop himself from laughing and ruining the spectacle of the moment.

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[lightconductor]

"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.