Two weeks after JWP #13: Forget-me-not
They stood together on the train platform, one preparing to go, one dreading to stay. Crowds bustled around them, a constant dialogue filling the station, but they said nothing. All the words they needed had already been exchanged back at the cottage.
Or so they thought.
The train pulled up, coming to a halt, and they shook hands, two old friends parting for a time. The shorter one picked up his bag and boarded the train. Glancing back at his friend once more, he turned to the compartments, but the one on the platform called out before his friend could leave his sight.
"Watson?"
Watson turned, looking back to catch Holmes' gaze.
"Return."
A smile flickered across Watson's face, reading everything he had meant in that same word so many years before, and he nodded. He would do his best.
His best was all Holmes had ever needed.