They’re not out solving cases all the time. Sometimes they’re up to other things. Here’s a small list of some times spent together we only catch a glimpse of:
Three hours spent walking and talking together, Watson “amused and enthralled” listening to Holmes in The Resident Patient:
For three hours we strolled about together,
watching the ever-changing kaleidoscope of
life as it ebbs and flows through Fleet Street and
the Strand. His characteristic talk, with its keen
observance of detail and subtle power of inference
held me amused and enthralled. It was ten o’clock
before we reached Baker Street again.
An hour or more having “a pleasant little meal together”, Holmes talking about “nothing but violins” and Paganini the entire time in The Cardboard Box:
We had a pleasant little meal together, during
which Holmes would talk about nothing but violins,
narrating with great exultation how he had
purchased his own Stradivarius, which was worth
at least five hundred guineas, at a Jew broker’s in
Tottenham Court Road for fifty-five shillings. This
led him to Paganini, and we sat for an hour over
a bottle of claret while he told me anecdote after
anecdote of that extraordinary man.
was far advanced and the hot glare had softened
into a mellow glow before we found ourselves at
Two hours on a spring morning in Cornwall, walking along the cliffs together with Holmes talking about artifacts of neolithic man in The Devil’s Foot:
“It won’t do, Watson!” said he with a laugh.
“Let us walk along the cliffs together and search
for flint arrows. We are more likely to find them than clues to this problem. To let the brain work
without sufficient material is like racing an engine.
It racks itself to pieces. The sea air, sunshine, and
patience, Watson—all else will come. […] Meanwhile, we shall put the
case aside until more accurate data are available,
and devote the rest of our morning to the pursuit
of neolithic man.” I may have commented upon my friend’s power
of mental detachment, but never have I wondered
at it more than upon that spring morning in Cornwall
when for two hours he discoursed upon celts,
arrowheads, and shards, as lightly as if no sinister
mystery were waiting for his solution.
I've realized another important thing to note about "Redfield". He doesn't wear any green on him. Now, this may not seem like an important detail, but Chris has always worn green in some fashion while out in the field. It's his signature color. Why would they change that after 21 years? Unless it's not Chis at all.
Exactly. Pretty much every returning character so far has had a signature color that has carried over throughout the series.
Jill -> Blue Claire -> Hot pink/Light red Wesker -> Black Ada -> Red
Hell, even Sherry, despite only being in 2 games, has a color theme of white (Leon I think is a weird mixture of blue/brown and always with a leather jacket, the nerd)
Chris has had some green in every single one of his outfits, even in Vendetta it looks like
Why would they suddenly drop this tradition that has persisted for more then 20 years, hmmmmmmm???