He smiles, happy to have forgiveness granted to him so easily, and he presses a few quick, brief kisses to Watson's lips, each one meant to be the last, but he cannot seem to keep his mouth from doing what it has been yearning to do for far too long.

"That was an accident. I saw you from across the street, and I could not turn and walk away as if you were not just across the street from me. Revealing myself on the street could've had us both killed, and so..." He smiles again, drawing back slightly to be able to see Watson's face, and he reaches up to smooth his fingers through Watson's hair.

"And, by the way, I'm certain Mycroft has known of my feelings for you for as long as I have, if not longer. I knew the telegram -- if, that is, you responded to it as I hoped you would -- would only confirm that for him." Tenderly he drops his hand to the side of Watson's neck, thumbing his jaw. "How did he take the news?"