Holmes doubts that either one of them will sleep much tonight, but he agrees with Watson that this conversation needs to be over. Not in a bad way; it's just simply over, and they need to walk away and digest it all. He nods and sips his brandy, letting Watson get the blanket, and staying put in his chair to afford him the space.

"Thank you," he says, for the blanket, for letting him stay, for not punching him again, for smiling. "Good evening, my dear Watson."