"Watson..."
The doctor stared into the fire for a long moment. He did not answer. He was too busy taking a deep breath to steady his nerves. A bored and buzzed Holmes always came up with strange topics of conversation.
"Watson, if the dead came back and walked about like the living-" Holmes became distracted for a moment kneading the palm of one hand with his thumb. It must have been morphine today, Watson supposed. "Watson, if there was a virus that caused people to rise from the dead and walk about like the living eating non-infected people and the only way to kill them was to shoot them in the head..."
He had been angry but the idea was so ridiculous Watson couldn't help but shake his head and laugh, "What?"
"I don't believe you understand. This is of dire importance," Watson rolled his eyes and put his pen back to the page. Holmes could be so dramatic, "if there was a virus that caused people to rise from the dead-"
"I got that part."
"Right... if I were infected. Would you kill me?"
"Would you want me to kill you?"
"I would kill you."
"Then I would do the same."
Holmes contemplated the ceiling for a long while before replying, "That means a lot to me."
Watson would have told Holmes that he had a strange way of saying he cares. But, he always got an earful for stating the obvious.
