Another breathy sigh escaped Watson. His body rolled up towards Holmes, welcoming him, welcoming the invasion and the joining and the perfection. His hand was still on Holmes's face, his touch gentle and his fingers faintly trembling, and he stroked Holmes's temple with utmost care. His thumb rested lightly under Holmes's eye. It was a small touch, a very small thing compared to everything else they were doing, but he found himself strangely focused on it.

"I have you too," he said, and it was perhaps a nonsensical thing to say, but he didn't care. To him, it felt true.