"Ah, you have seen what I've done in the Strand, then." Watson gave a small, nervous little laugh. The writing he'd done after Holmes's death was the sort of thing he had had to do or suffocate with grief. He was proud of it, in its way, and he had made a decent sum for it, but it was also not something he'd ever expected Holmes to actually see.

He was almost afraid to ask what Holmes thought of it.

"But very well, our cases, if you say so." He smiled a little, pleased at being included in that possessive. "They shall be my first priority, so long as I'm permitted."