A/N *GASP!* An update! After all this time? Yes it is. Enjoy.

Watson snuck in the front door cautiously. Eleven o'clock. His walk had proved longer than he had intended. Dinner with the new Davis's was only an added reason for his tardiness. He hadn't wanted to come back until he was almost sure Holmes would be asleep however his own sleep deprivation now drew him back to 221b. He heard a door open above him and made a point of not looking up at his friend with eyes that betrayed his guilt. There was silence for a few moments then Holmes spoke. "You knew she was married, didn't you?" he accused quietly, trying to conceal the pain that was not physical, that he either did not understand or simply wouldn't admit to, as if it were some weakness.

"Yes," Watson admitted, still scrutinising the floor.

He heard the door close above him. Daring to look up he made the amateur deduction that Holmes was on the other side of it as he was thankfully nowhere to be seen on the landing above him. A breath Watson had not realised he had been holding escaped his lips. His head dropped again, eyes to the floor, his shoulders slumped with the weight of guilt and tiredness. Tomorrow, maybe, would see Holmes in a better mood or maybe just an interesting case to take his mind off the discoveries of the present day. Tomorrow would tell.

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