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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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[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?"

[lightconductor]

Watson takes a moment to answer, because he's already regretting saying anything.

"There's always some stiffness. Some days I feel hale and whole, hardly need my cane at all, and other days --- damp days, cold days -- I ache like it's new again. Most of the time it's there, but bearable."

[pineapplesalmon]

César nods along, looking down at his work for a moment, although it's slowed, before looking up again, a soft look in his eyes, as if he's truly seeing his husband. His observations were right on the mark, then.

"Both Johnny and I have noticed, you know." Johnny's observant; César doesn't need to ask to know that. "It's easy enough to know when you have good days and bad and everything in between after being with you for so long. But you never wanted to be fussed over because you're a capable man, so we didn't."

[lightconductor]

"I promised Johnny I would not work so hard to hide it from the two of you, actually." Watson can't quite look at César as he makes this admission. "I... try. It's difficult. I don't..."

It takes his a moment to manage to finish that sentence.

"I don't want you to think less of me."

[pineapplesalmon]

César waits patiently for Watson to say the words he expected all along, and as such, he only gives a breath's moment before replying. "Johnny was right to ask. I'd be a cruel man if I did. John... I married you. I married all of you. This included."

His voice is calm. César's stating things he's long since made up his mind about.

[lightconductor]

"And the two of you are so... handsome, and hale, and I am not."

It sounds stupid to him, too, when he says it aloud. Watson covers his face with his hand. "Or at least, sometimes I am not. And I don't want pity. I couldn't bear pity."

[pineapplesalmon]

Watson's said that all of that before. César's nearly done with the foot he's on.

"I married you for the mind and soul that so completes my own." César's smile is warm, his eyes soft. "You led me so easily into a life of debauchery, so don't cut your good looks short! ... I'm also too attracted to the handsome man in front of me to pity him. I want you, even right now."

[lightconductor]

His expression softens. "Sometimes I feel as though Johnny and I corrupted you, but I don't think I have much regret about that, love." Watson stretches to rub his toes along César's thigh, gently. "Perhaps I do regret the fact that I have an unerring ability to love people who can see through me."

[pineapplesalmon]

"You won't hear me complaining." César teases back, smiling a bit wider at the toes touching him. "Mm. Maybe you just want people who can see you when you need it and polite to pretend they don't see you the rest of the time."

[lightconductor]

"Perhaps I do," he says, seriously. "Is that so wrong? Sometimes a man wants to be seen, and sometimes he doesn't. And perhaps it's very vain of me, but... it is nice, after all, to be told that anyone finds me handsome, as I do not always feel that way."