Adjacent
Holmes was content with watching for now. Content to see how Watson placed his head with those familiar rusty brown strands - 'the ones I do remember pulling rather hard last night, note to self: must check if Nanny won't find a lurking hair on my pillowcase' - adjacent his own inky black mane. Content to see how Watson's eyes bore into his own, not questioning anymore after last night. In his contented state, Holmes pretended not to notice how his darling Watson surreptitiously peeled off his newly acquired waistcoat. After all, getting it back might prove to be very interesting indeed.