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Gleam
Whenever Holmes looks at Watson, he seems to see a shine. It is in Watson's face, in his rosy cheeks, made that way by pleasant laughter; it is in Watson's well-combed chestnut hair, with just that little tuft sticking up in the back that Holmes wants desperately to smooth; it is in Watson's lively hazel eyes, glinting with mischievous amusement. Holmes loves the shine: it seems as though it is for him alone, and that only he sees it. He especially loves the glow that appears to emanate from Watson's very being when Watson looks on him with his eyes that shine with a tender love, a love shared and reciprocated. There is a gleam in Holmes' eyes as well, as he gazes on the one person in this world that he loves, and his heart feels like it is glowing also, gleaming in triumph.