César tried his best to not get too in the way of Watson's work, but there's only so much one can do when they lean against someone's chest. Which of course means he misses the sound of Johnny's motions ceasing then restarting. Gentle touches and voices. He's grateful.

To keep successive thoughts from forming, César turns his attention fully outward. Remembering where Watson just pat him with the back of an occupied hand, where Johnny's voice is coming from. The way they care. Everyone's exact position in the room.

He breathes deeply and regains control, leaning away and sideways to look at Johnny with wet eyes. "Handkerchief." Sniff. "Not just this. My brother nearly dying. My parents' deaths. Months of horrors. What happened the day I arrived. And I got reminded about everything at once."

He didn't think about all those things just now, but he knows they're a part of it.

César looks devastated. "I'm sacrificed so much of myself back home. Buried everything deep. Focused only on work." A choked laugh. "But then I ended up here with the two of you. And now I-I just want to cry about everything at once. It's so hard to stem the tide, now...."