Cedric had been about to say that he'd take care of Zach, that Zach could take fewer shifts at work. It wasn't like Cedric spent a lot of money. He basically bought food, the occasional pint with a meal at the pub, and only got clothes as he wore out the last pair. He'd have been happy to the breadwinner for Zacharais. But he'd have been happy to do anything for the other 'puff; and yet he knew not to say it. Instead he smiled at the other's flirtatious advance and was tempted to drag Zach into his lap anyways. After all, wasn't this supposed to be a romantic day?
"I'm sorry, we'll leave dessert for last," he said, blushing as he spoke the words. He wasn't used to being with someone who was interested in him in that way, and who he wanted right back. He smiled and leaned over, grabbing some foodstuff and packing a sandwich that almost required him to unhinge his jaws in order to eat. He was happy then, happier than he'd felt in a while. Worry had weighted heavily on him, concern for Zach growing like a tumor on his brain.
"I should eat at your work more often," he said after a moment. "Then you can not get a tip from me when you sit in my booth."