Are you in love?
It was the one question Ford wished he could take back. The one question he never wanted the answer to. The one question that turned his world around, kicked it in the ass, and sent it on it's way to cower in the corner. The answer was yes. A placid yes, a moon-eyed yes, a i-am-so-much-in-love-that-I-completely-forgot-that-anyone-else-might-care yes.
It hurt. It hurt more that Arthur didn't seem to care. Didn't seem to notice that it hurt. Ford kicked the heel of his shoe with the toe of his other shoe. It didn't help the situation. He tried kicking the heel of his other shoe with the toe of the first shoe. That didn't help either. He found he had quickly run out of options using only his feet, so he decided to use Arthur's too. He kicked at Arthur's shoe, missed and hit his shin instead. Secretly Ford knew he had hit his target.
"Ouch!" Arthur shouted. "That hurt!" He always stated the obvious, when he noticed it at least.