[Martin's got his own book, over across the fire from Watson, though he's given up on translations for the moment (it makes his eyes hurt) and is instead just watching the flames in silent thought.
He only really takes notice of Watson when he spots the writing motion out of the corner of his eye and, perhaps just due to wanting to check on everyone while they're gathered together, he stands up and moves slightly closer. He has little faith in his ability to keep any conversation lighthearted at the moment, but oh my god does he try.]
oh notes?
He only really takes notice of Watson when he spots the writing motion out of the corner of his eye and, perhaps just due to wanting to check on everyone while they're gathered together, he stands up and moves slightly closer. He has little faith in his ability to keep any conversation lighthearted at the moment, but oh my god does he try.]
Writing poetry?