Ford sniffed as Tycho pressed the bouquet into his hands, not as though he wanted to smell them but rather as though he were trying not to cry. His hands were still shaking and now that he had flowers in them it was more obvious; some of the smaller flora in the arrangement shuddered in the air. It was the sight of the flowers shaking that broke him, or more specifically the thought that followed: you're not fooling anyone.

"Oh Ty," he practically sobbed, throwing his arms around the other man (nearly hitting himself in the face with the bouquet as he did and almost certainly crushing some of the flowers). "I wish it was just you and me in the world. I wish I could lock myself up in your house and never leave."

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