And then to walk out into his sitting room and find that his tolerant (adventurous, kind, loving) housekeeper has provided them with breakfast and quietly left them alone... Holmes is full to the brim with contentment, and he leans over to kiss Watson's cheek, pulling him in close to his side for a hug.

"So we have."

He settles himself down to breakfast, and it all tastes the same as it did. He hadn't been prepared for this, for this level of emotion, not over sausage.

"I love you. I love our home, and our housekeeper, and the way she cooks sausage, and... you." He sighs and sinks back in his chair. "I'm going to be rather emotional for a few days, my dear."