"Sherlock," Watson said as his figures furiously typed the events of his and Sherlock's latest adventure for his blog.
"What?" Sherlock asked, his dark eyes hidden within the lens of his microscope.
"You know I consider you my best friend, right?"
Sherlock slowly moved his head away from his microscope by an inch, his gaze darting towards John before smiling inwardly, unbeknownst to Watson, before returning to the case at hand.
"I know, John. I know."