Smiling, Watson shook his head a little. He couldn't argue with the brandy, at least, although personally he wasn't sure he was quite ready for a second cigarette. Whatever the context was, sliding naked between the sheets with his husband beside him was a pleasant and desirable pastime.

"Very well, I'll be waiting." He finished drying and, after a moment's consideration, dropped the towel over a hook. The only reason to take it was modesty, as there was no need to cling to it for warmth, and what, he reasoned, was the point of modesty in front of Holmes?

Naked, he left the bathroom, and slipped into the bedroom, and naked, he slipped beneath the sheets of their bed. Their bed. What a splendid thing that was to think about. Watson settled himself against the pillows very comfortably, waiting for Holmes to rejoin him.