What's Left Behind
"Lestrade, I looked at those books. They were my friend John Watson's journals. Where did you get them?"
"Family heirlooms."
Ah. Neither of them, after all, had had any close family.
Lestrade's voice cut into his thoughts. "You miss him?"
"More than I care to admit."
Even when they weren't together, when they had been separated by hundreds of miles, Watson had still been available. Still there.
And if he admits it now, when Watson is gone, Holmes doesn't know what he'll do.