Lestrade watches the boys lead Moran out, and he really ought to follow, but he can't just... Well, he hasn't see Holmes in three years, has he? He went to Holmes's memorial service, but now here he is, and Lestrade can't just walk away from him.
"Right, well. It's good -- good to have you back, Holmes." He clears his throat and holds out his hand for Holmes to take, which Holmes does, but then they're shaking hands and it's ridiculous. Lestrade pulls Holmes in for a loose, brief hug.
"Okay, I'm off." Abruptly, he turns on his heel, but he only gets as far as the door before he stops. He hesitates a moment, and then he produces the penknife from his pocket. "Ah. I took this. Watson let me have it, I mean to say. You'll be needing it back now. For your post."
He waits for Holmes to take it, and Holmes says thank you, but Lestrade decides to leave before anything else supremely embarrassing happens. He adjusts his hat and nods at Watson before he makes his exit.
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"Right, well. It's good -- good to have you back, Holmes." He clears his throat and holds out his hand for Holmes to take, which Holmes does, but then they're shaking hands and it's ridiculous. Lestrade pulls Holmes in for a loose, brief hug.
"Okay, I'm off." Abruptly, he turns on his heel, but he only gets as far as the door before he stops. He hesitates a moment, and then he produces the penknife from his pocket. "Ah. I took this. Watson let me have it, I mean to say. You'll be needing it back now. For your post."
He waits for Holmes to take it, and Holmes says thank you, but Lestrade decides to leave before anything else supremely embarrassing happens. He adjusts his hat and nods at Watson before he makes his exit.