Oh, it's another chapter! I loved this one too. I find it achingly romantic that Holmes knew exactly where & when it was that he realised he was in love with Watson. I love that they're still dancing around each other slightly uncertainly, & I *love* that Holmes is taking Watson to the south of France. Oh. Hell. Yes. Go to France, boys, fall more in love, & forget London & its depressing weather & terrible judicial system.

He laughed then, despite himself. I tried to conceal how much this delighted me, then wondered why I was doing it and did my best to stop. Something about the results seemed to make Watson’s breath catch and his eyes widen for an instant. Then with deliberate casualness, he looked away.

Squeal! I loved this paragraph!