Sorry it has taken me so long to update this! I'm afraid I got rather distracted with my other fanfiction stories.

Holmes set down his fork very, very slowly, making sure it was perfectly aligned with the napkin before he spoke.

"It is my choice to keep it. My own, personal choice."

"No, Holmes."

He looked up, startled.

"You can no longer simply lay it down whenever you wish. I've seen your increase in usage. You're addicted to it, Holmes."

A dark look came over his face. "So what if I am? What is it to you?"

Watson held firm. "If I fell into the Thames, you wouldn't let me drown. I'd be a wretch if I did less for you."