Cheer and joy seems to fleeting for Mulcahy these days, but fleeting means they were present at all. Watson laughs, and Mulcahy snatches this moment from the air, this scrap of love that was there--is there, still--and smiles.

"What a remarkable tale; I'm glad you wrote a novel about it, as I'm sure many others have already recommended to you." A soundless chuckle.

"You are very lucky indeed, Doctor. There are many who never find such a thing even once. Though that doesn't make them less fortunate for it." Love has many forms, after all. "Though if I may be curious... what does that... feel like? Love at first sight?"