"I'm not sure you weren't, at that." Watson's voice was soft; even if Holmes had been something as insignificant as a habit, he wasn't sure that he was strictly a bad one.
He closed his eyes, swallowing hard. It occured to him that Holmes had always had a certain influence over him, and he had no idea if that still held. If Holmes went so far as to insist upon a return to their old relationship, Watson wasn't sure he would have much choice in the matter. Perhaps that was all right, but he hadn't any idea how he felt about it. Yes, he had spent three years dreaming of this man, and missing him, and loving him even in his absence, but that had been... well, before.
"I saw the footprints up the slope, you know," he said, abruptly. Discussing his own living arrangements stung a little, and made him wonder if Holmes himself had been alone all these past years. "None came back. How do you explain that?"
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He closed his eyes, swallowing hard. It occured to him that Holmes had always had a certain influence over him, and he had no idea if that still held. If Holmes went so far as to insist upon a return to their old relationship, Watson wasn't sure he would have much choice in the matter. Perhaps that was all right, but he hadn't any idea how he felt about it. Yes, he had spent three years dreaming of this man, and missing him, and loving him even in his absence, but that had been... well, before.
"I saw the footprints up the slope, you know," he said, abruptly. Discussing his own living arrangements stung a little, and made him wonder if Holmes himself had been alone all these past years. "None came back. How do you explain that?"