Startled out of his not-very-pleasant reverie, Watson began to laugh. "Is that what you think?" he said. "When you put it like that, it does sound very noble. I'm afraid my motives were somewhat baser than that."

Laughter made this seem more... more natural, more normal, and it was hard to be anything but happy, curled like this on the sofa in a post-orgasmic state with Holmes idly kissing him. That was a side of his friend he'd never suspected. He rather liked it, he found, now that he'd been privileged to see it.