"Mm," he murmurs, and he pulls Watson back down to him, kisses him softly, but mostly just rests his hand on the back of Watson's neck and keeps their foreheads together for a few moments. He releases him only because he isn't sure how comfortable the position is for Watson.

"I love you," he says, still far more interested in Watson's tears than he is in any kind of food. "Are you going to make me eat soup?"