I've learned to suspend my disbelief in most matters that concern you, Holmes.
[Watson lifts his cane and pops it up through his hand to catch the rim of his bowler, tipping it up slightly so he can get a better look at the world's only consulting detective. He purses his lips, as if trying to ascertain whether or not Holmes indeed looks older and then dismisses his search with a touch of a shrug: deduction, though something he'd become more skilled in since his introduction to Sherlock, was still not quite something he'd consider his division]
Where have you been? Or, actually no, more pressing: Where by the grace of God are we?