Watson let out a small puff of laughter. "I think you're right," he said. They were no longer sneaking around in the night from room to room, as though it were an illicit affair. They were living together openly. It was a different feeling entirely.

He shifted uncomfortably, suddenly, as a pressing biological need was beginning to make itself known to him. It was hardly surprising. It was morning, after all. "I hate to disturb us, as I'm rather comfortable," Watson sighed, "but I really think I must make use of the toilet. Should I stay up and make coffee, and if so, are you staying here or will we both move to the kitchen?"