Gabe shrugged. "I suppose we could place bets, but I think that would be in slightly bad taste," he said, slightly puzzled by the guilty look on Jeannot's face. "What is it?" he asked, walking over to Jeannot and taking his hand.

"Oh," Gabe said, his eyes going slightly wide. "You told Watson?" He shook his head. "That is a problem, though I suppose it's better that it came out now, rather than later. I mean, Holmes will be pissed now, but if the proverbial cat clawed its way out of the bag while he was going through cocaine withdrawal..." He shuddered a bit at the thought of an angry and cocaineless-Holmes. "We're really going to have to tip-toe around him for a while."

"You'd think so, wouldn't you?" Gabe said. "It's perfectly realistic to expect fidelity inside of a relationship, but once it's over it's stupid to expect either partner to remain celibate forever. It's kind of childish for him to become upset. After, all he was the one who did the leaving." He shrugged. "Oh. Cocaine is a drug, and a relatively addictive one. Holmes did it very seriously. Watson disapproved and left his stash at Baker Street even though he knew Holmes expected him to take it. He'll start going through withdrawal once his body realizes that he's stopped taking the drug, and I've heard it's pretty nasty, though I've never seen it first hand. I only did coke once, and it was a different kind from what Holmes did." He hadn't really meant to say that last bit aloud.

"Like that, yes, though I suppose the symptoms will be different," Gabe said. He pulled Jeannot closer to him, not liking the way his lover had shivered, and embraced him again. "And I agree that Holmes needed to quit, though it probably would've been smarter to taper it off gradually to reduce the blow. I figured Watson would've thought a little more carefully about it, being a medical man, but..." In absence of anything real to say, he kissed Jeannot's forehead. "Holmes is intelligent, that could be it. Without him I wouldn't've been able to find you again." The mere thought of the earlier goings on made him pull Jeannot a little closer.

At first Gabe was surprised by the ferocity of his lover's kiss, but after a moment he kissed Jeannot back equally forcefully, pinning him against the door. He realized, somewhere in the back of his mind, that the two men on the other side would probably be able to see the door move slightly at the force of their actions, but he was too otherwise occupied to care.

((This is totally the Victorians's cue to pull open the door and leave Gabe and Jeannot in a very flustered pile on the floor. Sigerson, I am looking at you.))

Gabe's lips left Jeannot's for a second, only just long enough for a breath, but very quickly returned to him, sucking and nibbling on his neck. Gabe took his arms from around his lover to pull his jacket the rest of the way off, tossing it off into a corner, and then wrapped them very firmly around Jeannot's waist, attempting to bring him even closer, though he was unsure if it was possible.