"If I no longer felt that way, you wouldn't be here now," Watson pointed out, rather firmly. "Nor would I be bullying you into acts of sloth. I love you. That hasn't changed. Nor, I am beginning to suspect, will it ever."

He ran his fingers through Holmes's hair, his touch delicate and careful. "No, I'm quite content with it being the same one. I'm merely clarifying." He kissed Holmes gently.

After a moment of merely kissing him, enjoying it for the luxury of something long missed, Watson drew back a little, resuming stroking Holmes's face and hair. "Oh, if you were wondering what has become of your belongings, what isn't here is in the possession of your brother. If he's disposed of anything terribly valuable, you must take it up with him."