He was with her through the mistaken assumption that Buffy was 'his girl' - Watson wasn't going to correct. Too much effort. But then she questioned his sanity, and abruptly the pleasant expression disappeared. He curled his fingers around the muffin once again.
"If you're going to be condescending," John replied, "I'll go."
He could put up with the indignities of being shuffled about and force-fed medication. He could handle uncertainty and monotony. He would not, however, be talked-down-to by other patients. Watson put a hand on the bench's arm rest and stood.