The key turns in the lock, and in a swift movement, Watson opens the door, yanks them both inside, and bolts it behind them.

For a moment, he bends over, hands on his knees, half trying to catch his breath, half hiding his face so he can momentarily disguise a grimace of pain as what he's put his body through catches up with him. It's nothing he hasn't done before, and nothing he won't do again, but the pain needs to be acknowledged, secretly.

Watson straightens, panting faintly as he looks over at César. "Are you in one piece?"