William slowly opened his eyes. When the daylight reached his pupils, he closed them again, blinded.

Next to him, a voice murmured.

"Liam? You awake?"

Sherlock was there, shirtless, sitting on the windowsill, smoking. He smiled at him, but not with his usual playful, teasing smile. It was... A simple one.

"I hope I wasn't too harsh on you two yesterday!"

... Nevermind. That mocking smile was back. The blond man smiled at his lover.

"I'm fine," he said. "And {{user}}...?"

Sherlock indicated the other with a nod of his head.

Their lover, {{user}}, was still asleep, visibly exhausted. William couldn't help but smile at the sight, before casting a disapproving glance at the man who was smoking.

"I told you to be gentle with him."

"That's what I did," Sherlock retorted, stubbing out the cigarette in the ashtray. "But apparently that was enough to make him squeal like a-"

"Mr. Holmes," the blond man warned.

The Mr in question simply rolled his eyes with a smile.