[Ford makes himself take another deep breath, letting a little bit of the tension leave his shoulder so Fiddleford can't tell how uptight he's getting. It's stupid; he's a grown man. He can make his feelings known without expecting one hundred percent agreement. That's what adults do, right?]
All right, all right. I know what you mean.
[He shakes his head, glancing over at Fiddleford with a self-deprecating sort of smile.]
I'm just...very determined not to ruin a good thing.
[Before it has to be ruined, he means, but doesn't say. Because he's all too aware of how this will end. And maybe this whole fruit thing was just his way of securing a happy ending before everything goes pear-shaped.]
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All right, all right. I know what you mean.
[He shakes his head, glancing over at Fiddleford with a self-deprecating sort of smile.]
I'm just...very determined not to ruin a good thing.
[Before it has to be ruined, he means, but doesn't say. Because he's all too aware of how this will end. And maybe this whole fruit thing was just his way of securing a happy ending before everything goes pear-shaped.]