That there was a problem was not lost on Watson, although it took a moment for him to realise exactly what it was; after all, it wasn't exactly uncommon for one or the other of them to suffer this sort of condition when they took a bath together. It was almost inevitable, really. And yet, here was Holmes, squirming away from him.

It had been too long, he knew that, and he regretted that keenly, felt awful about it, but he could hardly fault Holmes for having natural impulses.

Watson turned, giving Holmes a questioning look. "My dear. What has gotten into you?"