Prompt #25 - Strangers.
"Darling, we're going to miss our train…"
"We have two minutes."
"John!"
"I must admit responsibility for that mentality, Miss Morst – Mrs. Watson," I amended, "we've rarely boarded a train whilst it was stationary."
The lady laughed, and Watson grinned ruefully before assisting her into the carriage. Then he turned to me, fidgeting nervously and extending his hand.
I blinked and took it, and was abruptly startled when he pulled me closer in a very awkward, rough half-embrace. To my chagrin, I found I could not be annoyed.
"You'll never be a stranger at Baker Street, Watson," I finally managed.