So it was, my dear Watson, that at two o’clock to-day I found myself in my old armchair in my own old room, and only wishing that I could have seen my old friend Watson in the other chair which he has so often adorned.
Casual reminder that Sherlock staring at John’s chair and missing him is canon. (via frecklestherobot)
The good Watson had at that time deserted me for a wife, the only selfish action which I can recall in our association. I was alone.
(via songofages)