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Roy's heart fills at the half-hearted screech of protest Ed lets out when Roy picks him up. The blush dusting Ed's cheeks is far too telling “Let me down old man. You'll trip and bust a hip!”
Roy gasps, scandalized, “I'm not that old, darling!” He bounces Ed, firmly cradled in a bridle carry, for emphasis. “Someone overexerted himself at the party and has a sore leg-port. So let me indulge in carrying my husband over our threshold.”
Ed blush deepens even further, Roy's words rendering him into grumbling silence. Husband was a new delightful term for them and Roy looks forward to exploiting it every chance he could get.