There was something strange about hearing my dear Watson again after so long, and it would have been a lie to claim it didn't rankle a little when he was still trying to decide whether or not he was unforgiveably angry with him. Still, the memories that it called up were entirely good ones.

"So you plan on making it appear that I haven't left," Watson clarified. He opened his eyes again, watching Holmes carefully. He was a little relieved to have a brush rather than Holmes's fingers, although that entire hesitation was strangely reminscent of their initial wariness of each other, following a kiss after a boxing match. "Do I get to know why?"