Prompt: A warm fire at the end of a cold day
From: cjnwriter
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"Here, Holmes, old friend," I said gently.
Holmes shivered involuntarily as I draped a thick woolen blanket over his bony shoulders and watched as his pale hands pulled the blanket closer to him.
I sat down on my armchair, next to where my friend was sitting on the floor in front of the fire. Holmes shifted slightly so he could lean on my leg. Toby rested his head on my friend's thigh, before he dozed off, snoring, and snorting in his sleep.
Holmes decided to visit his brother, Mycroft, and I accompanied him to Pall Mall, where the elder Holmes brother lived. We set out in an optimistic fashion and came home chilled to the bone.
Holmes stretched out a hand from within the folds of the blanket, and an ivory hand began petting Toby's head gently.
Absentmindedly, my hand started carding through Holmes's locks with such affection that Holmes nestled his cheek into my leg, slowly warming by the fire.
I couldn't say when I fell asleep, but when I awoke some hours later, Holmes was still asleep, not having moved from his position. Toby also had not moved from his position on my friend's leg.