*he chuckles and walks in shutting the door behind him* Now are you going to tell me what dangerous thing you did today?
I have a nasty gash in my back, but I’ve had some good scotch and I’m hardly holding a grudge.
Good scotch doesn’t do anything for a man, but-…never mind just lie down and let me treat it properly Holmes.
*slightly childish* Fine. *unbuttons his white shirt so Watson can see the gash* I haven’t taken a look at it yet. *moves to a couch and lays on his stomach*
*he looks at the gash and screws up his face, it looked pretty damn nasty he frowns looking over him before kneeling down and opening the case* How did you get this?
*pulls a pillow under his chin and tilts his head so he can see Watson* A young man with a knife was a bit wild with his arm, I suppose.