I love your writing. I can always picture both the scenes and the characters' expressions.

I was still in that liminal state between incapacitating illness and being well enough to occupy my time with active pursuits.

I love this line; and as you pointed out later, this state does tend to lead to "brooding and melancholia" (and oh, how I love the use of that word - melancholia)

I remained on the landing, and as he passed me his eyes flicked up to mine and I was surprised to see an uncertainty in them that I had never beheld before.

Squee, squee, squee! Holmes and uncertainty? Squee!

I really love this. It's very well done. *snuggles*

More, please.