"Honestly, Watson, what is this tripe?" I tossed his manuscript of The Adventure of the Three Garridebs onto his bedspead. "'The depth of loyalty and love' – shall we just make a public announcement about it all?"
"What?" Watson asked, in a glorious, half-awake state.
I sighed. "This nonsense – it's completely –" Just woken up, he was distractingly luminous.
"True?" He smiled, delicate marks fanning out from his clear, warm brown eyes.
"Yes," I confessed, smiling foolishly as well, "quite true."
We lay there for some time, my head resting contentedly on his shoulder, before going down to breakfast.
