Title: Sense
Word Count: 200 (double drabble for this one)
Summary: For rabidsamfan's prompt of Holmes faints from inanition at a very awkward moment.

"I simply cannot believe," I stated through a jaw clenched against equal parts exasperation, pique, and laughter, "that you would be so idiotic as to not eat for the last three days!"

Holmes's glare began to peel the cake icing. "Doctor, really. You act as if I entirely disrupted the ceremony."

"Not entirely, but it was enough."

"A minor distraction."

"You fainted during the wedding vows, Holmes," I reminded him dryly. "It is not tradition for one's best man to appear more nervous about the ceremony than the groom. Why on earth haven't you been eating, by the way, with no case at present?" I added, more concerned than annoyed at this point.

He muttered something that sounded suspiciously like "Not the same, eating alone," and I felt a twinge of fond exasperation.

"Oh, Holmes…"

"Watson, do spare me your platitudes, there's a good fellow."

"Holmes, you are behaving as if you were never going to see me again," I remonstrated, though his forlorn look would have melted sterner hearts than any I knew of.

"Well, shan't I?"

I reached to cuff him upside the head, endeavouring to knock some sense into his thick skull.

Mary beat me to it.