César starts laughing as he's pulled to his feet, grabbing his bag naturally along the way. He's still laughing as Watson jokingly chides him. But then what Watson said fully catches up with him, and the laughter dies.

Grief isn't linear.

His voice is quiet, expression lost. "I... I lived with my parents and usually hyperfocused on my work. And after, the world would end if I didn't, making all of my work urgent enough to do."