Watson looks at his friend as he lies, deep in a haze, in his beloved velvet chair. Bottle and syringe, not far from his side. Holmes eyes are fraught to stay open so he can perceive his brother, but his high takes hold of him and he loses the battle. It hurts Watson to see his companion in such a state, and it kills him to know that it was his fault. He left Holmes, to be married and establish a new life with Mary. Thats not what he wanted, but its what everyone expected of him. Thats what he thought was expected of him. He had feelings for Holmes, but he knew better than to succumb to them. He knew the consequences if they were to be caught, and he couldnt bare putting Holmes in harms way.

Watson kneels in front of Holmes, putting the syringe and bottle back in their case. He then caresses Holmes cheek, lightly rubbing his cheekbone with his thumb. "I am truly and forever sorry, my friend." Watson whispers aloud. A tear begins to form in the corner of his eye and then slowly falls down his face. Holmes slowly opens his eyes and looks to Watson. Holmes lifts his hand and wipes away the tear that has fallen down Watsons face, with his thumb. "You are forever forgiven, my dear Watson."