Watson tries to write. Feel free to interrupt him. (open)

[armydoctor]

Who: Watson and anybody at all, please. Please? :)
Where: The lounge
When: Ah. Early afternoon? Yeah, okay. That works.
Summary: Watson sneaks off to try to get some writing done.

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[jonesingdoctor]

Martha had found herself incredibly bored for the past few days; her only real friend in this place had clearly found himself rather preoccupied. Not that she was even remotely bothered by it: she could barely think of the prospect of Holmes' newfound happiness with Watson without breaking out into a huge grin. Certainly, if she was going to lose the only company she'd gained since finding herself stranded at this hotel, she was willing to lose him to Watson.

This was why she was surprised, upon a bored wander around the hotel, to find Watson in the lounge. She hadn't spoken to him since that dinner wherein she'd had to play the role of Holmes' lover and so the opportunity to speak to him rather more truthfully was something she could not pass up. Quietly, Martha walked over to Watson's table. "Hello there," she said to him.

[armydoctor]

Watson looked up in some surprise; he had been so absorbed in what he was doing that he hadn't heard her approach. He coughed, embarrassed.

"Miss Jones!" He put his pen to one side, and closed his notebook; he felt no urgent desire to share it at this particular moment. "Fancy meeting you here. Are you well?"

Once again, he found himself in the position of wondering just what exactly Martha knew, but his good mood persisted.

[jonesingdoctor]

Martha smiled, "I have been well, thanks for asking. I can only imagine you have been as well?" She noticed the chair right in front of her, and pulled it out to sit on. "Do you mind?" she asked. Maybe Watson didn't want the company.

[armydoctor]

"Go right ahead." Watson nodded at the chair. "I would like the company, I think."

He took a moment to gather his thoughts, shifting his own chair into a position more suited for conversation. "I have been... rather extraordinarily well, of late." He blushed, only slightly, and failed to entirely supress his self-conscious smile as he continued. The question seemed slightly ludicrous. "I understand that you and Holmes were never, ah, romantically involved, then?"