He recovers the bookseller's long jacket and his hat, and he holds them out to Watson. It's strange to have waited so long to see Watson again, and now here he is, disguised almost beyond recognition. Almost. Well, hardly at all. He's still Watson in frame; it's still Watson's hair, and his warm eyes, and Holmes probably still knows every inch of his body, underneath the clothes and the costume. He swallows thickly and pushes a smile onto his face.

"Here you are. And, ah..." He trails off and smiles to himself, just a little. "You'll need lifts in your shoes. I have them here. I could only subtly adjust my height so far without being obvious about it."