"I think you make too much of that," Watson says, a little self-consciously. "I am a physician, and I am used to eccentric people. If you had been insane or under the influence of some substance, I still would have involved myself." But he squeezes César's hand all the same. "It is true that I have ever attached myself to people quickly. I proposed to Mary, rest her soul, after a matter of days."

There's a whole novel about that, actually. He can lend it to you.

"Perhaps I am odd, though I refuse to dignify 'old' with any sort of response, but I have also always been quick to care. This," he waves the card, inadvertently scattering more glitter, "seems a rather double-edged gift, but also... yes, we have been attempting to look out for you. You... seemed to need it. I just hope that hasn't been unwelcome."