[Those words are warming and tinged with melancholy all the same, as though they only draw closer the reality that they may be parted soon. This is one of the rare moments in which his own words fully escape him, like Juzo's wrenched them free from his throat, and-

Well. Screw just hand-holding. Sholmes frees his hand just so he can wrap his long arms around Juzo, practically burying his face against his chest.

When he does finally speak, it's muffled, and while certainly not drained fully of his usual energy, Sholmes sounds a little more somber.]

This detective always speaks so assuredly, and have no doubt that I meant everything I said... but when it comes time to say goodbye, it will be one of my greatest challenges yet.