Holmes doesn't know what he thinks about wearing a wedding band. He hadn't given it a lot of thought before, too busy with the other, larger parts of their marriage. Now, however, that they're settled in their own cottage, and now that calling each other "husband" feels ever so much more official for no reason other than they've changed the geography of their relationship, it seems relevant.
He may have had a heated thought in the past about how unfair it is, about how he would never be able to wear that so traditional symbol of marriage, and he'd decided he didn't need such a formalized, pointless thing with the angry fervor of youth. Sometime after that, any thought paid toward possible discovery carried much less righteous indignation.
Now that symbol is possible, isn't it? Does he want such a pointless circle of metal around his finger to point out something he knows well enough for himself?
"You are right," he says, squeezing Watson's fingers. "I'm not certain where we wound find such things, if we wanted them." He stops thoughtfully. Does he want one?
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He may have had a heated thought in the past about how unfair it is, about how he would never be able to wear that so traditional symbol of marriage, and he'd decided he didn't need such a formalized, pointless thing with the angry fervor of youth. Sometime after that, any thought paid toward possible discovery carried much less righteous indignation.
Now that symbol is possible, isn't it? Does he want such a pointless circle of metal around his finger to point out something he knows well enough for himself?
"You are right," he says, squeezing Watson's fingers. "I'm not certain where we wound find such things, if we wanted them." He stops thoughtfully. Does he want one?