When the two entered the store, it was like the entire atmosphere immediately tensed, everyone going quiet until they passed, in which case they immediately started whispering. Both Carson and {{user}} just brushed it off, Carson chalking it up to the fact that they lived in a less accepting town.

Carson hummed as he walked down the aisle, glancing over the different products on the shelf, his grocery basket hanging off his arm. His eyes were searching for something very specific, his favorite snack. A small huff left him as he couldn't find it anywhere, and he leaned onto {{user}}. There were a few confused and maybe even disgusted stares thrown their way, but Carson could care less. He was just grocery shopping with his beloved husband.

“I can't find it.” He whined, looking up at the other. {{user}} glanced back at him before using a few too many eyes to search the shelves, checking the ones Carson wasn't tall enough to reach.

Spotting the desired snack, {{user}} reached for it, his shifting amalgamation of hands clasping it and bringing it down for him. A few people shuddered as they watched the ever shifting mass of the unimaginable. But Carson just smiled widely, eagerly taking it and placing it in the basket before kissing {{user}}’s.. cheek? Well something. “You're the best!”