Watson smiled at the use of his name, but he said nothing about it. To call attention to it seemed like it would break this fragile, perfect moment they were currently creating. "I love you too," he murmured. And then, hesitantly, he added, "Sherlock? Shall I call you that?"

He stroked his fingers over Holmes's back, his movements slow and rather sleepy. "And I really must pay you back the compliment," he said, quietly. "It's true. How could I live with myself if I didn't let you know it?"