[oh my god Stanford can you not--but Fiddleford is going to ignore that as, for a moment, he's actually not sure what to say despite the truth inducing effect this room has. so, he conveys the truth he wants to share via a physical action: he lets go of Stanford's hands, but instead of moving away, he's moving closer...
... and wrapping his arms around the other man in a tight hug.
And while being closer means that Stanford will be able to see certain things like the patches of his hair that are thinner than the rest from hair that's been torn out and slowly trying to grow back, or the way his clothes seem looser than normal from losing weight, or even the shadows under his eyes from lack of sleep... Fiddleford doesn't really care about that right now. Instead he's entirely focused on this, the feeling of gratitude that he has for this person here in front of him.]
i have no good icons for this rest in pieces me
... and wrapping his arms around the other man in a tight hug.
And while being closer means that Stanford will be able to see certain things like the patches of his hair that are thinner than the rest from hair that's been torn out and slowly trying to grow back, or the way his clothes seem looser than normal from losing weight, or even the shadows under his eyes from lack of sleep... Fiddleford doesn't really care about that right now. Instead he's entirely focused on this, the feeling of gratitude that he has for this person here in front of him.]