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[lightconductor]

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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[pineapplesalmon]

"I know. I know." He replies softly, managing a weak smile. "But you know... my brain makes connections anyway."

César doesn't look away, just looks down at Watson, almost grateful. "They died saving the world. On September 21st."

He looks guilty. "I... hadn't even noticed the date pass until a few days ago."

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"Sometimes it's easy to miss dates like that. I didn't like to say it, but the day of Mary's death wasn't so very long ago, either."

He may have retreated and sulked a little, that day. Maybe.

"It's little comfort, but saving the world is not a terrible way to die, for some people."

[pineapplesalmon]

César's expression melts into one of shared, softened grief. Not one that steals his breath away, but one that still hurts. Words can't convey how grateful yet sad he is that Watson understands.

So he doesn't use them. César turns without letting go of Watson's arm, taking a step to angle himself differently. Enough that his free hand can gently cup Watson's chin to look up towards him, calluses brushing over today's new stubble. He leans in for a gentle, reassuring kiss.

They're not alone, and that means everything in the world.

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Watson gently kisses him for a moment, letting César angle his face up. There is something rather nice about being kissed by someone taller than himself. There is also something rather nice about kissing someone shorter than himself, so really, he has the best of both worlds in his life right now.

"Come on," he says, his voice soft. "Let's get you some place where we can at least pretend that we have no troubles, for a little while."

[pineapplesalmon]

Funny, the author of Goldilocks and the Three Bears was also British and living at the same time as Watson. He gets the best of both worlds. César has to be sitting to get some taste of that.

"Bed does sound nice." César murmurs, as he reaches over to take his bag off the table, and then he mutters in pretend annoyance as he smirks. "Even if I fell out of it last night."

Look, it happens occasionally when César sleeps on the outside and rolls over. He... forgets. Until he's reminded by gravity assisting the floor in reminding him.

[lightconductor]

"I shall have to hold on to you all the tighter, then. Or put a leash on you, one of these days."

Said casually enough.

"Come on, dear boy. Perhaps we can keep you in the middle tonight."

[pineapplesalmon]

"No leashes while sleeping, but perhaps I should sleep in the middle tonight." César steps back so they can walk properly, pushing in the chair with the side of his thigh. "Let's head home."