[ her lips quirk into a smile, something small and fond. irene looks tired, has exhaustion lurking in the lines of her face, in the set of her jaw, but he's himself, as dependably manic as always, and somehow that is a comforting thing. ]
Only in rare cases.
[ and she breezes past him, nose wrinkling at the state of his room. really, why hadn't waston been tidying up after him? you had one job to do, watson. ]
And I felt it was high time I visited.
[ it had been too long, even without the death and such. ]
no subject
Only in rare cases.
[ and she breezes past him, nose wrinkling at the state of his room. really, why hadn't waston been tidying up after him? you had one job to do, watson. ]
And I felt it was high time I visited.
[ it had been too long, even without the death and such. ]