Note: This is the first piece of writing I have ever done that one could consider fanfiction.
A caveat, I have a really weird relationship with Ford and Arthur; they are my brotp as well as my otp...
And I don't own anything here, but I wish...
"You know what, Arthur...?" Ford asks, like he's about to say something kind of important.
Arthur turns from his book, because he's convinced that Ford never says anything of actual importance.
"I think we should be... more than friends."
Arthur spills his tea, swears, apologizes, stands up, clears the broken shards of teacup away, dries off his arm with a wad of paper towel, sits back down and says,
"What?"
"Yeah, what's the word you humans use..."
"Uhhh," Arthur replies, stunned, having no idea what to make of this.
"Bros! That's it!" Ford shouts happily, and Arthur relaxes.
"Zarquon, Arthur, what did you think I meant?"