Seeing Holmes this happy was delightful, and it was only too easy to laugh too, to let himself get wrapped up in the moment. It was going to be easier than he feared to forgive Holmes, that was for certain.

He slipped his arm around Holmes's waist, drawing him out into the sitting room. It had occured to him to wonder if naked breakfast might prove to be impractical -- after all, wouldn't they have to ring Mrs. Hudson for breakfast? To his surprise, however, there was a tray laid out for them with the basics for a good breakfast, and a pot of coffee that was still warm to the touch.

"I think we've been anticipated," Watson mused, a quirk to his mouth.