"I do. I love that you went to such an effort. Goodness, another man who sews, what a treasure I've found."
There's some self-deprecation there, but it's in good humour. "I am completely at a loss for embroidery, love, did I tell you that? Unless I take the opportunity to learn now."
César brightens enormously at the compliments, nevermind the self-deprecation. "I really glad you love it."
A laugh. "You didn't tell me, but it's not a common skill for men, so I assumed. But I'd be happy to teach you so you can stitch curse words to your heart's content! It's very therapeutic."
He laughs, a low chuckle. "Perhaps I will, if I feel the need, though I think I do tend towards the practical in this regard. It does turn out that a surgeon's skills adapt easily to a torn hem, but I've never turned them to anything artistic."
"Now's the time to try something artistic if you never had the chance." César shifts around a bit until he can get a hand up to stroke along Watson's jaw. "But you're good as you are now. Practical skills will never be out of style."
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There's some self-deprecation there, but it's in good humour. "I am completely at a loss for embroidery, love, did I tell you that? Unless I take the opportunity to learn now."
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A laugh. "You didn't tell me, but it's not a common skill for men, so I assumed. But I'd be happy to teach you so you can stitch curse words to your heart's content! It's very therapeutic."
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