Chapter 42 Alcohol

"You're inviting me for a drink?"

"Of course, what else is better than drinking to deepen the bond between colleagues?" Watson said as he fiddled with his fringe.

Perhaps having just escaped from a dream or because the guy in front of him naturally knew how to make a favorable impression on others, Sherlock didn't outright decline the offer.

In fact, throughout his thirty-two years of life, he had almost never had something one could call a friendship.

As a child he must have been deemed an oddity, and when he was 'working' as an adult, he was accustomed to being alone. Those who were familiar with him generally were reluctant to associate too closely with someone who exuded such a strange aura.

Naturally, no one had ever invited him for a drink.

Sherlock looked at Watson...

Then he thought about the puzzles that had recently filled his mind, the dreams he longed to explore, and the various mysteries about his covenant demon that awaited uncovering.