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[lightconductor]

If you have a message for me, Dr. John Watson, please leave it here. I shall certainly get back to you as soon as I can.
- JW

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[pineapplesalmon]

César smiles as he holds his hands still to let that caress linger for as long as possible. "I love you, too." He laughs. "But poor Johnny. He's married to two sentimental fools. How ever will he survive?"

[lightconductor]

He settles back with his cup of tea. "We can only hope he secretly enjoys it. Otherwise, I don't know what we are to do." A small laugh. "He's rather stuck with the two of us now, after all."

[pineapplesalmon]

César picks up his own cup; he's letting it cool before he drinks it but enjoys the warmth in the meantime. Also, for the record, he totally stole this tea set at the end of the excursion so Watson could have proper English tea whenever he wants because he deserves it.

"He is quite stuck with us, isn't he?" César quips back, grinning widely. "He more than secretly enjoys it. I should start writing him some purple prose and see how much I can make him groan while smiling."

[lightconductor]

What a very sweet gesture for the odd occasion where he wants tea instead of his usual coffee.

"If you take up writing, you will have to let me see, of course. Poetry or prose?"

[pineapplesalmon]

Or when he offers tea for someone who needs a listening ear. César keeps his tea things mostly in the room for that reason.

"Prose, of course. I want Johnny to be able to breathe and not die from laughter."

[lightconductor]

Watson chuckles, warmly. "We don't want that, do we?"

He stretches, rubbing at his leg idly. "As fine as this place is, I admit the weather is a bit cold and wet for my taste, even with the help of the fireplace."

[pineapplesalmon]

"We wouldn't."

César's replies back, before he can stop himself. "I'm certain I can help warm you up if you'd like."

He freezes, deer in headlights, then smiles dumbly and innocently.

[lightconductor]

He guffaws, in a sudden burst of laughter. "Come here. Come sit with me. Your warmth and presence is always a gift." He extends his free hand in invitation, shifting slightly on the sofa.

[pineapplesalmon]

César laughs, too. He stands up and takes Watson's hand, carefully carrying his tea saucer in the other. The smile across his face is radiant.

"Just throw your legs over mine if you need to stretch out."

[lightconductor]

"Oh, I think I rather like the idea of my feet in your lap."

It feels cosy and comfortable, and indulgently lazy, which is perfect for his current mood.

[pineapplesalmon]

"I will even rub your feet if they are in my lap. I like cooler tea, so you'll have my hands to yourself for several minutes." César is feeling just as indulgent.

[lightconductor]

"Oh, true luxury," he chuckles. "Well. If you plan to spoil me in this way, make yourself comfortable, and I will."

[pineapplesalmon]

"Then I shall." César puts down his tea and does just that, making sure he's right where he needs to be, and putting a pillow between them to support behind Watson's knees.

[lightconductor]

Watson shifts comfortably, feet up, and he lets out a sigh of pure contentment.

"Thank you," he says. "I know I can be an absolute bear when I hurt, but... this does make things easier."

[pineapplesalmon]

César smiles indulgently at him as he begins to massage his right foot, gently to start. "You're welcome. And I don't mind." He looks down at the foot he's rubbing. "You're kind to me when I need it, so it's easy to do in turn."

[lightconductor]

He lets his eyes fall shut.

"I am blessed to have such husbands. I am blessed to have husbands." Watson gives a little laugh. "I haven't any notion what my life has become, sometimes, but there is such joy in it."

[pineapplesalmon]

"Blessed is certainly the way I'd describe it. Who knew I could feel joy again after everything?" César laughs warmly in turn.

Oh, he's already finding a knot. :)

[lightconductor]

Watson gives a pleased little grunt, despite himself. That feels wonderful.

"I certainly think you deserve happiness," he says.

[pineapplesalmon]

César chuckles warmly at the grunt, and he's going to keep working that knot out. "Considering you married me, I certainly hope so!"

He wants to kiss Watson, but he's too far away. Oh well.

[lightconductor]

"I did not marry you out of charity, believe me." He gives a little chuckle. "Maybe I married you for your foot-rubbing abilities."

Watson stretches to poke César gently in the ribs with his toe.

[pineapplesalmon]

"Ah, hey!" César can't sell it, laughing as he is after he gets poked. "Maybe you did! I picked this up when Mama was very pregnant with Rex. Not that she ever asked me to rub her feet, but when Papí said her feet hurt her, I wanted to help in some way."

He laughs a little, looking up at Watson properly. "I argued it'd be a good thing for me to practice since I intended to marry."

[lightconductor]

"Well, I don't think I shall be pregnant any time soon," Watson says, archly, "but I appreciate the gesture all the same."

He gives a soft sigh. "It feels an indulgence that I don't quite deserve."

[pineapplesalmon]

César laughs, light and happy, and quietly does not mention the existence of mpreg to Watson at this time. Another time. Then he can be horrified at humanity properly without ruining a moment between them.

He looks at Watson quizzically, not judgmental. "How so?"

[lightconductor]

Watson finds himself staring at the ceiling, shakes his head very slightly.

"Sometimes I hardly remember what it's like to not be in pain, or to have to think about making sure I won't be in pain later. I ought to be used to it by now, is all, or at least not need help for it."

[pineapplesalmon]

César's hands slow down for a moment as he listens, head back down, but then they pick right back up. He considers those words, lets them sink in thoughtfully. Watson's telling him this for the first time, after all. This is a sudden vulnerability he didn't expect. He's probably kept this from them to not want to be treated differently.

"You can handle this alone, though; it'd just be more miserable if you went off by yourself, that's all."

César looks up at him again, concerned but not alarmed as Watson's chronic pain is now familiar. "Are you in pain that often, love?"