[ That's - they're doing this, they're still holding hands as Matt ushers them both inside, and Foggy's grinning so wide that he's practically radiating out happiness.
He wants... he wants to be absolutely ridiculous, to slide his arm around Matt's waist and press him in close, to hold Matt's other hand and press absent kisses to his fingertips in between looking at furniture - when he can tear his gaze away from Matt, that is.
But not yet. This is already a big step for them, walking into the store with their fingers laced together, and Foggy wants to savor it. Wants to let Matt know how much he appreciates it, appreciates all of this.
It has to be obvious to the store clerks or anyone else watching them, just by the sheer adoration in the way Foggy's looking at Matt, but that's not good enough. ]
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He wants... he wants to be absolutely ridiculous, to slide his arm around Matt's waist and press him in close, to hold Matt's other hand and press absent kisses to his fingertips in between looking at furniture - when he can tear his gaze away from Matt, that is.
But not yet. This is already a big step for them, walking into the store with their fingers laced together, and Foggy wants to savor it. Wants to let Matt know how much he appreciates it, appreciates all of this.
It has to be obvious to the store clerks or anyone else watching them, just by the sheer adoration in the way Foggy's looking at Matt, but that's not good enough. ]
God you're perfect.