From Zanganito: Smoke
A/N: I am new to the fandom, so I am still learning how to write the character's voices. However, I really look forward to contributing to this December challenge!
I am not usually susceptible to headaches, but after a long and difficult day at my practice, I was looking forward to nothing more than a quiet, relaxing evening at home. Therefore, it was with unusual irritation that I entered our apartments at 221B Baker Street to find the sitting room entirely filled with smoke. My friend sat near the fireplace, his pipe clamped between his teeth.
"Holmes!"
My friend turned his head leisurely in my direction. "Ah, Watson. This latest case of mine is quite compelling. It is most certainly a three-pipe problem."
"Three?" I questioned. It looked more like thirteen.
Holmes raised an eyebrow. "When we first obtained rooms together, you assured me that the smell of strong tobacco did not bother you."
I grit my teeth. True, this habit of Holmes' did not usually bother me. However, today, my head was pounding, and I found it difficult to react with my customary patience. Without another word, I stalked upstairs, intending to while away some of evening in a blessedly odor-free environment.
When I came down perhaps an hour later, it was to find all the windows were open, and Holmes sat demurely on the sofa playing the softest, most soothing songs in his repertoire. Despite my still aching head, I could not resist a smile.
Brain without a heart indeed.