Reassured that Rich is at least sitting and there's going to be some effort at talking through this, Watson perches on the arm of the couch. His expression is serious; the initial shock has worn off and he's prepared to focus entirely on... not him, anything but himself.

"It is a little tasteless," he agrees, "in several ways, but I doubt that you had anything to do with that. I don't think any of us are angry about it."