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Who: Watson and You
When: Post Info Meeting
Where: Anywhere you care to be.
Summary: Watson has a Polaroid camera and he's trying to distract himself. That's about it.

It's a lot of complicated feelings that everyone's dealing with. Even if Watson knew some of the details, he didn't know all of it, and now that everyone knows the permanency of their current situation, and things are not working the way they have been... it's a lot.

And he doesn't know what to do with that.

So Watson, with the late 1990s Polaroid camera that he got in a gift box for some reason, is attempting to distract himself by taking candid photos of people. He's not the most gifted of photographers, and this is quite a bit fancier than even the most portable cameras of his own era, but the joy of autofocus does make the entire process a lot simpler.

Reading in the library? Leaning dramatically over the edge of the railing? Some other place where you think you might be alone in your thoughts? Be prepared for the sudden click and whirr of a camera, and Watson will come over, smiling, to offer you the developing photo.

Closed to César:

It is late, and someone needs to come to bed. After a bit of hunting, though, Watson finds César in the library, at work and oblivious of the time. He sighs, equally parts fond and exasperated, and takes a moment to take a picture of this, too. Surprise.

"It's late, and you ought to be sleeping."

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"You're... a demigod. Well, I admit that's a new one for me."

Watson shakes the offered hand, trying desperately to not look as sceptical as he feels. He ought to know better, by this point, but part of him will always have a knee-jerk rejection to this sort of thing.

"Dr. John H. Watson, MD, perfectly ordinary human man, at yours."

"A doctor? Impressive." He almost purrs that word out, his handshake warm and friendly. "I'll remember that if I'm ever injured or suffering a broken heart."

"Two very serious ailments, those. I will have to do my best in either case. I do take my Hippocratic oath very seriously."

He withdraws his hand and smiles over the rim of his coffee cup. "I see I shall have to watch myself very carefully around you, sir."

"Not nearly as closely as I'll be watching you, I think."

Bash's smolder is at a medium low heat; this isn't actually an active attempt at seduction, it's a flirtation for the sake of flirtation, easy and comfortable. Especially since Watson seems to be playing along.

Of course he's playing along. It doesn't matter that he has zero intention of following up on any of it. Sometimes the flirtation itself is the goal. It's a game, one he enjoys from time to time.

"A handsome man, or demigod like you, taking an interest in the likes of me? Well, I never. Surely you have more interesting prospects?"

"More interesting than someone smart enough to be a doctor, who carries himself like a real gentleman?" A moment of brazen direct eye contact before he winks and busies himself with his cup of coffee, taking a slow sip.

"You only claim I'm a gentleman because you don't know me well enough to realise otherwise," Watson says with a grin. "I am, in fact, a very gifted actor in this area. Professional courtesy goes a long way, you know.

"Are you going to allow me the opportunity to get to know you better? To peel back the act you wear and see you for exactly who you are?" The word peel is given slight, playful emphasis, paired with a glance that rakes up and down Watson's clothing.

"Perhaps," Watson says, primly. "With time, and if you are very good."

He smiles, equally playful. "My deepest secrets are a matter of at least a few coffee dates in, of course. One cannot expect a man to lose all his alluring mystery at once."

"I can behave very good, if you want me to. Unless you're into a brat. As for a few coffee dates, well. We have nothing but time on this ship, hm?"

Shameless, Bash is utterly shameless.

"I suppose we do, at that."

Watson wraps his hands around his cup, reflecting on how very different this conversation would be if he were single. He did mention he wasn't, back on the island, didn't he? He's pretty sure he did. Steady on, John, now is not the time to get flustered.

"And you will just have to wonder what I am into, won't you?"

Not being single doesn't necessarily mean one's not open, from where Bash is sitting. He's from 2017, but also from Dupe. And yet, and yet. This is still mostly just playful banter.

Mostly.

"Wonder, or dream about it?"

"That very much depends on the power of your imagination. Would you consider yourself an imaginative man?"

A playful quirk of his eyebrow.

"Do you want me to come up with ideas for things you and I could do together?" He flutters his eyelashes at Watson. "It wouldn't be hard."

Ah, we are rapidly hitting the point where Watson is pretty sure he needs to put the brakes on things. Just a little.

"Only if you don't mind my taking the more daring ones and using them with my fiancés instead," he says, mildly. "As tolerant as they are of my flirtation, I think even they might have draw a line there."

For whatever it's worth, Bash takes that boundary and accepts it with a wry little nod. "Only in my dreams, then, doc. Fiancés, though--that sounds exciting. When's the wedding?"

No less warm and friendly, but no longer quite so forward.

"We haven't quite agreed on that, yet. Possibly not until things return to normal around here. Well," Watson adds, "as normal as things ever are, here."

Gosh, not even a blink at the plural. That is sure a lack of reaction that entirely baffles him. Not that he's going to complain.

"Have you all considered a cruise for a honeymoon?"

Yeah, that's a ridiculous joke. He can't resist it, though.

He's startled, for a moment, then bursts into a low, hearty chuckle.

"I like you," Watson says, grinning. "You and I, I think, shall get along just fine. But I suppose that may be the honeymoon we get, regardless of our own plans."

"Oh, good. I think I like you too. I, uh. Still pretty new to the ship, working on making friends. Sorry if I came on too strong earlier, still adjusting my dials, uh, after the last place I was at. Different cultures. Very different cultures. But if you don't mind me flirting for the hell of it, you seem a good fella to be doing that with."

His smile is soft and sheepish, and as his cheeks color slightly, his freckles stand out more.

"I have always been very easy with my flirtations," Watson says, rather wryly. "Sometimes too easy. It has certainly got me into trouble, and I am quite lucky to have people in my life now who are tolerant of my foibles."

"I'll do more than tolerate it, dear doctor." The eyebrow waggle is playful, and he lays it on comically thick this time.

"Well," Watson says, with an answering lift of his eyebrow, "it would be rather unkind of me to respond to a handsome man's interest without at least a little bit of answering in kind, surely?"

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