[He lets their noses bump together, just briefly, the closest thing to kissing outside of their shared room that he's comfortable with. Though at this point they probably ought to give up trying to be discreet if even a little girl could tell, huh?
Even though I live in a shack in the dump? Even though I'm barely sane? Even though I look like a fright? He could ask. He doesn't. He still hates thinking about the future he knows he's resigning himself to, no matter how much Ford tries to soften the blow. He'd rather concentrate on how nice it feels to hear Ford say he loves him. It's hard to trust Ford Pines, it will always in some way be hard to trust Ford Pines, but right now it's a lot easier than it is normally.]
Well the fruit's not goin' to keep that long, is it.
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Even though I live in a shack in the dump? Even though I'm barely sane? Even though I look like a fright? He could ask. He doesn't. He still hates thinking about the future he knows he's resigning himself to, no matter how much Ford tries to soften the blow. He'd rather concentrate on how nice it feels to hear Ford say he loves him. It's hard to trust Ford Pines, it will always in some way be hard to trust Ford Pines, but right now it's a lot easier than it is normally.]
Well the fruit's not goin' to keep that long, is it.