"Going out to investigate?"
"Yes. You'll come with me, of course?" I looked up after an unusually long pause.
Watson was leaning against the doorframe, brows knitted. "I…I was rather hoping to stay home this morning," he admitted softly, rubbing a hand over his eyes.
"Confound it; I forgot you were up all night with that measles case. Well—"
"No no, I'm fine," he said quickly, a flash of worry in his eyes as he caught sight of the gun I was loading. "I'll fetch my own revolver and be back directly."
"Watson, wait—I don't want—"
He shook his head with a tired smile. "I'm not letting you go out alone when you're taking your gun, and extra bullets," he said, pointedly staring at the small convexity in my pocket. Turning, he stumbled up the stairs. I heard him pause once and knew he was sagging wearily against the banister.
I set my weapon down and clasped my hands behind my back with a sigh. It was cold even inside; Watson's injury would show no mercy.
There are times I feel so mean, so low, so selfish that I want to smash a flask against the wall. He gives me everything, and no matter how I wish it were different, I have no capacity to give anything back.
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A/N: Bleh. I have issues with formatting when it comes to a more fluid switching around of dialogue and thoughts. Well anyway I really have appreciated all the reviews people are leaving, it's much enjoyed! ^.^ I don't think I ever would have started this insanity if I hadn't been doing NaNoWriMo. I guess bits of insanity are like rabbits, perhaps? XD