Watson settled down, wrapping himself around Holmes and ending up with his head on Holmes's chest. He gave a long sigh of contentment, though it wasn't without its regret.

"I suppose it isn't realistic to ask you to tell me everything that happened to you over the course of three years," he murmured. The idea that Holmes could have died, in Tibet, and Watson would never have even known was horrifying. "How did you end up in Tibet, of all places?"