[Ford lets himself look, finally, turn and look Fiddleford right in the face, because that's his favorite face in the whole multiverse, and damn it, he deserves that much. His expression fades slowly from melancholy to worried to something soft and warm and hopeful around the edges.

It's not exactly straightforward, but Ford catches the meaning just fine, and he leans in a little closer, still keeping one ear tuned toward the door, to bump his forehead against Fiddleford's for a second.]

It's true. One way or another, we end up in the same place. And I...

[He takes a deep, steadying breath.]

I will still love you just the same when you're as old as I am. That's the easiest thing I'll ever do.