28. From cjnwriter: "Agh! Your hands are so cold!"
My courtship with Dr. Watson began in September, after he and Mr. Holmes so kindly helped me resolve the matter of the Agra treasure. I was instantly smitten, and so it seemed was he. We passed many evenings in our parlors, talking earnestly and planning, but more often we took long strolls through London streets and the park. John seemed to know London so well, better than myself, which he assured me came from traversing the city with Mr. Holmes on their adventures.
Our strolls were curtailed a bit in duration as the weather turned cold. Finally, the well-meaning Mrs. Forester fussed enough we put them on hold until spring. "Agh, your hands are so cold!" she'd say, pressing them between hers. I'd merely smile and assure her I felt perfectly warm class. How could I not with the love of such a wonderful man?
(Been on a real Mary kick this year, idk)