How many times had they returned together to Baker Street, bruised and hurting and laughing after some pursuit of a felon through the alleyways, or some vicious, punishing fight before apprehending a criminal? Holmes would be in his element, wholly alive, thrumming with adrenaline, savage and beautiful in his glee, eyes alight with the sheer brutal adventure of it all. Watson would luxuriate in the aftermath, swept up in Holmes’ wanton, ferocious elation.
