[Ford's fingers are just a little shaky as he waits for Fiddleford's answer, even though he already knows that this is what he wants, because, well, he did just sort of contradict himself and make it very much a big deal. But his smile only grows wider when the answer he'd been hoping for comes out, and even though someone could walk in any minute and see, he can't help but lean in for a kiss. He wants to remember this moment for a long time, in case something weird happens temporally-speaking and he ends up having to revisit a few decades, God forbid. Weirder things have happened.
When he pulls back, he holds up the fruit between them.]
idk what you mean it's very hetero
When he pulls back, he holds up the fruit between them.]
Wonderful. Should we...take turns, or...?