Hayna left, and it was about three or four hours later when Sherlock finally came home.
Aiwass sat on the sofa with crossed legs, fingers interlaced and resting on his abdomen.
There was a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone, "I've waited for you for a long time, Sherlock. I told you before that I was coming."
"Thank you for that,"
Sherlock's expression was somewhat exhausted after he entered the house, "I'm glad you could wait for so long without leaving, my friend."
Afterward, he asked Mrs. Mina for a cup of hot brandy to relieve his headache.
Mrs. Mina hesitated a bit, but still agreed to it.
"You're drinking?"
Witnessing Sherlock's reaction, Aiwass was taken aback.
He remembered that Sherlock was the type to get drunk easily, and didn't have the best tolerance. For this reason, he normally wouldn't touch alcohol—it would embarrass him.
But Aiwass didn't stop Sherlock.
He wanted to see the look of regret on Sherlock's face after he sobered up.
