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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]

"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."

[pineapplesalmon]

"It's not wrong at all; in fact, I think all of that is very nice and balanced." César finishes with Watson's right foot and shifts to start working on his left. "And for the record, and it bears repeating, I find you handsome at this very moment."

[lightconductor]

He smiles, his expression grateful.

"Thank you," Watson says, soft. "And I suppose that if an old ache is the price I pay for the day we had, and this sort of pampering, I will be content to pay it."

[pineapplesalmon]

"You're welcome." César's expression grows soft, and he takes a moment to just look at him with love. "It was an absolutely perfect day. You mowed me down!"

[lightconductor]

"I did, and I don't regret a bit of it."

Watson gives a little bit of a guffaw, and settles back into the sofa. He takes a long sip of his tea. "I am grateful that the two of you tolerate my flights of fancy."

[pineapplesalmon]

César laughs, too. "I knew you wouldn't when you did it."

He's smiling, so very relaxed as if he's the one who is getting a foot massage. "I'm grateful to be invited."