"It gives a fascinating little bite to it. And you do, as always, have an unerring sense for what I might like. I am blessed."

Watson leans his head against Johnny, wishing desperately that he could somehow preserve this moment, where there is at least the illusion that all is safe, and happy, and well. When he speaks, his voice is very soft, a different sort of tone entirely. "You have no idea how glad I was to learn that even if I died, you did not. I thought that my failure -- well."