While Holmes's life had been hellish, he knows that this kind of dull existence was hell for Watson, too. Being pursued by Moran would have been preferable to this level of... normal, everyday life. Of course he fell to his habits; hadn't Holmes fallen to his own, in order to cope? He kisses Watson's forehead and traces the line of Watson's jaw, up to his cheekbone.

"I'm glad to hear it. If you find you still struggle, I know the location of a good recovery spot. It's a bit of a journey from here, but the people are very friendly." He smiles and lets his lips brush against Watson's skin.

"Do you enjoy your practice?" he asks softly, in part for selfish reasons. Would he have to share Watson now?