He blinks, surprised at the question, but then he continually forgets that Watson had a kind of closure that Holmes never got. Traumatizing though it was, Holmes's funeral at least gave Watson an endpoint; for Holmes, their relationship has been frozen in time, though more often than not, it felt like he'd gotten trapped on some pages that got ripped out of a notebook.

"For me, it's the same one." He reaches his hand up between them so he can touch along the line of Watson's jaw, his thumb brushing against his chin.

"I can understand if it's a new one for you... or if you no longer feel that way." It occurs to him that he hasn't quite heard Watson return Holmes's strong declarations, and it's a blow that he needs a second to recover from. If he needs to win back Watson's affections, then... then he'll do that.