He shifts comfortably next to Watson, sipping his own brandy before lifting his cigarette to his lips. They've been married for a while now, and Holmes had certainly felt married up until this point, but there's something unusual about owning a home with only one bedroom, only one bed, that's changing that feeling of being married.

Geography and living arrangements can hardly be said to comprise a significant part of the emotional bond of marriage, but they do mean quite a lot in terms of presentation. Now they're unquestionably living as married men. Married men. It sounds so strange, something out of a fantasy. Their life now isn't far from a dream, but it's still their life, remarkably. He kisses Watson's hair, breathing deeply in contentment.

"We are, aren't we?" He smiles fondly, pulling again on his cigarette. "Tonight is quite different from our first official moved-in night in Baker street." He grins sideways at Watson and sips his brandy again. "At least there was brandy and cigarettes, then."