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Weather was an irritating phenomenon. Holmes knew enough to predict when it would rain on a crime scene, but temperature fluctuations eluded him. At present, the ability to be comfortable eluded him as well.
The temperature had fallen dramatically today, spring apparently deserting them. By the time he and Watson returned from a case, he shivered convulsively, and his teeth chattered.
“Oh, Watson, this weather is absurd!” Holmes flung himself down on the settee, wrapping his coat more tightly around himself. Even the insulation of that and his scarf had proved insufficient. “I cannot solve a case if my hands are too numb to pick up clues.”
Watson stoked the fire, then rubbed his hands together. “Yes, it is a bit brisk.”
“Brisk? It is cold enough outside to replicate the Franklin Expedition!”
Snorting, Watson collected Holmes’ favorite blanket from his armchair. “I don’t think it’s quite that cold, old man.”
“Nevertheless.” Still shivering, Holmes nodded for Watson to join him. “I find that I am in need of your body.”
That earned not merely a snort, but a laugh, and Holmes flicked a smile at his companion. Neither he nor Watson had the slightest interest in standard partnerships or the activities that generally accompanied them, but such concepts did make for an excellent opportunity for humor.
Watson sat, wrapping the blanket around them both. Relieved, Holmes curled against his friend and partner. Although Watson did not enjoy cold weather either, he radiated a respectable amount of heat, and Holmes gladly took advantage of it whenever possible. This sort of physical intimacy, the simplicity of leaning against each other, was the sort they both enjoyed.
Soon, Holmes was more comfortable, and cast a thoughtful look outside. If another case came, he could endure the cold provided Watson warmed him afterwards.