As Harry finishes his song, weeping, Watson comes up to the stage in a quiet, unassuming way. He extends a hand to help him down off the stage -- a man this drunk cannot be trusted even if he does take the stairs -- and gives him the sympathetic, solemn gaze of a doctor, one who particularly knows a thing or two about addiction.

"Easy, my friend. Why don't you come sit with me in the corner? You seem to need a moment to collect yourself."