Watson's sigh was one of relief, infinite gladness that he hadn't had to explain anything in more detail than that. It was precious beyond words to have someone in his life who knew what he meant without his having to say it. He hadn't realised how much he'd missed that. He also hadn't quite realised how wonderful it was to be told he was anything but ordinary.

"It can be dull," he admitted. "I suppose I have the responsibility now."

He turned his head again to kiss Holmes's skin, rather lazily.

"Do you plan on taking up the mantle again of consulting detective?" Watson wondered. "Or did you plan on retiring with Moriarty and Moran dealt with?"