"Of course," Watson repeated. He planted himself in the center of the main living area and scanned the flat with his eyes. It was very messy, so maybe Mrs. Hudson was more landlady than housekeeper after all. But messy he could live with.
"This could be good. This could be very good," he breathed. About the flat, of course. The jury was still out on Sherlock. But he wasn't in any position to be picky. Staying with Harriet was not an option. If anything, his flashbacks had only gotten worse since moving in with his sister.