Watson smiles, the sort of smile that lights up his whole face. It is a very nice word.

"Your fiancé is mostly worried about you getting enough sleep. That happens when you're romantically entangled with a physician, you know. Endless nagging about your health. I'm told I'm relentless." He smooths his hands over César's shoulders, lingering. "This is mad, you know. The three of us, trying to define anything in a place like this. But it's quite lovely."