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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]

"Ah, now, you cannot go distracting me with gentle kisses at a time like this," Watson chides, but kindly. "Arguments between us are inevitable, but we are a unit, the three of us. And we must work together, even when we find ourselves somewhat at odds."

He closes his eyes. "Still... I have missed you."

[pineapplesalmon]

A little giggle as Watson accuses him of being distracting, but otherwise he listens quietly. César sits up to look at Watson proper, suddenly unafraid. Fear's useless now and easily discarded for more pressing emotions.

"A unit that can only function if we work together. I better understand what that means, now." César removes his hand over Watson's to tenderly stroke his cheek, his other hand giving Watson's a squeeze; he takes a moment to think before continuing. "I've missed you, too, my dear. Thank you for giving me the time I needed. But from now on... let's talk. No more guessing. I don't mind anger or upset or needing more time. Those things won't break me. I only need to you to try your best to be open with me about how you're feeling."

He smiles, almost embarrassed, because his next words are rather nerdy. "My brain's anatomical structure isn't something I can change, unfortunately, and I know you don't want me to change myself anyway. That accommodation will really help me keep the worst of my emotional dysregulation under control and I can spend my focus on being a better husband."

[lightconductor]

"You are... eccentric. But I treasure those eccentricities as part of you, part of why I love you. Talk of neurological structure... is sadly after my time. I'm a bit out of my depth, no matter how much research I do, but I know that you are this way, and I love you, and I do not love someone that I wish you were."

He runs his fingers along César's neck. "I will do my best to be open, then. If you think this will help in future."

[pineapplesalmon]

Those words are a soothing balm on César's heart. The last of what he needs for the worst of his fears to be defeated. He squeezes Watson's hand.

"And I love you, too, for being the kind and lovingly patient soul that you are. You don't need to be a brain surgeon, my love. The fact you're trying to understand me and do a good job of it is something more than most people would do." César's eyes are full of warmth as he continues to stroke Watson's cheek, sighing softly at being touched himself. "It'll make a huge difference. And I'll be more open in turn. But neither of us should push ourselves if it's too much in the heat of a moment."