[He waits and waits and waits. He is good about waiting, you see, having sent away clients before on a bluff, and hoping that they will return โ and it has only backfired on him once. Holmes leans against the stairwellโsometimes propping himself up to sit on it precariouslyโsmoking until he goes through one pipe, two, then three. The corridor is foggy with tobacco by the time he begins to wonder if she really intends to outwait him; it is lucky Mrs Hudson is out today, because she'd question his lingering out here, turning the place foggy with his smoke, and he would have to shoo her away with a lie, because he still isn't quite sure how to explain what's happening. The effort is saved for now.
Anyway. She'll come out. He'll wait. He's stubborn, too, and maybe he returns once into 221B's sitting room to gather some reading material and head back out, but that's the only time she'll hear his footsteps.]
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Anyway. She'll come out. He'll wait. He's stubborn, too, and maybe he returns once into 221B's sitting room to gather some reading material and head back out, but that's the only time she'll hear his footsteps.]