Prompt was from Wordwielder: Teatime.
"Good morning, Mr Holmes!" Mrs Hudson bustled in, a tea tray in her hands.
Holmes, like he had been every day since the wedding, was curled up in his favourite chair, eyes closed. Despite his usual tidy habits, his hair was dirty and uncombed, and his attire sloppier than she had ever seen it outside of a case.
She placed the tray loudly down in front of him. "You have to eat something, Mr Holmes. It's been days, and I'll not be having the doctor come back to find you half-starved."
"But the doctor's not coming back, is he?" Holmes turned away from her. "He and Mrs Watson have already chosen their new house, and moved all their things. He won't be coming back here."
"Of course he will!" Mrs Hudson raised the lid of the cake tin, letting the smell of freshly baked bread fill the room. "Dr Watson is your friend, Mr Holmes. He'll be back. After all," she called behind her as she left the room, "he hasn't put up with you through all your adventures and moods just to abandon you now!"
Downstairs, she picked up the mail, quickly sorting through it. One postcard stood out, addressed to Mr Sherlock Holmes from an inn in Scotland. Mrs Hudson smiled. Hopefully Mr Holmes would pass on if the Watsons were enjoying their honeymoon.