Watson smiled, and reached to set the monkey aside, leaving it to wind down on its own. "You would rather have me walk about in a robe that doesn't suit me?" he teased. "Is that what you're saying? I can't say I approve of that."

He settled himself comfortably along Holmes, wrapping the robe around both of them as best as he could. "Fortunately, as very fond as I am of it, I can't say you should have very much trouble in removing it from me when the whim strikes you. Surely past experience must have taught you that?"

He was feeling more warm and comfortable and loved than anything else, and it was easy to let go and allow himself to be vulnerable with only Holmes there to see. "Thank you for my presents," he murmured, against Holmes's neck.