His initial inclination was to claim to feel just fine, but that was a lie, and Lestrade was a friend, and he deserved better. Watson swirled the brandy in his glass, looking at it, and pointedly not at Lestrade.
"I've done better," he admitted at last, with a long sigh. "I think one of the hardest things is that I'm not allowed to grieve as... as I would were I... well, a recognised spouse, I suppose." He sighed, shook his head. "I'm... not sure what I'm to do with myself, now."
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Date: 2012-01-23 06:28 am (UTC)"I've done better," he admitted at last, with a long sigh. "I think one of the hardest things is that I'm not allowed to grieve as... as I would were I... well, a recognised spouse, I suppose." He sighed, shook his head. "I'm... not sure what I'm to do with myself, now."