It helped. Even if the situation wasn't ideal.

Knowing that Sherlock was alive was like getting his own second chance at life. Or third, or more, but John hadn't really been counting. Right now, Sherlock was the furthest things from his mind. Other than the fact he'd had tea with the man none too long ago.

"John Watson." She already knew that. Somehow. "Pleased to meet you too, Mary."

He kept her hand longer than was strictly polite.