Oh hell this is astounding. Watson (and Holmes) living in the aftermath of the horror of war isn't something that I've seen written about often. This was beautiful and tragic but still hopeful, despite being painful.

And you've created such a lovely image of their home together as well, with the glass in a jar, Holmes drawing fossils, bees… its so serene. Which is obviously what they both need. Baeaugh. You weren't even writing it for me and even I feel like you could've been.