In this quiet moment, his fingers found a number of scars that he'd missed before. They were unfamiliar scars, the marks of knives, ones that could have been easily far more serious, or even fatal. To expect that the past three years had not left some sort of mark on Holmes would have been too much. Watson turned his head to kiss each scar as he found it.
"Moran thought you had died in that den," he said, remembering what few scraps Moran had offered in his rage the previous evening. "You must have been in a bad way."
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In this quiet moment, his fingers found a number of scars that he'd missed before. They were unfamiliar scars, the marks of knives, ones that could have been easily far more serious, or even fatal. To expect that the past three years had not left some sort of mark on Holmes would have been too much. Watson turned his head to kiss each scar as he found it.
"Moran thought you had died in that den," he said, remembering what few scraps Moran had offered in his rage the previous evening. "You must have been in a bad way."