“At least,” I said with a smile, “this puts the rainbow balloon arch back on the table.”

I’d meant it as a joke, but Oliver seemed genuinely thrown. “In what way?”

“Well, we don’t need to worry so much about what your parents will like.”

Aaaand now he’d gone from thrown to frozen. “Firstly, I think it’s very probable my parents are coming. Secondly, my tastes aren’t anything to do with what I think my parents will like.”

I should have pedalled way the fuck back. But I was still sort of committed to the idea that I was cheering him up. “Not even a teeny tiny bit?” I made teeny-tiny fingers to show I was being at least slightly flippant.

“No.”

“Okay.” I went back to shuffling index cards, but that only lasted about four seconds.

“And I resent the implication,” Oliver continued.

Fuck, he was back sounding like his dad again. The Blackwoods were massive resenters of implications. “What implication?” I asked, only slightly disingenuously.

“That I’m some kind of poster child for false consciousness.”

In my defence, he was the one who’d gone there. And now that he had, it seemed fair to at least talk about it. “I mean”—I drew in an uneasy breath—“if you feel like you might be, then doesn’t that suggest that it might be worth thinking about?”

“You’re not my therapist, Lucien.”

“No, but I’m your, like, your fiancé. This stuff matters to me.”

I knew he was angry because he’d put the index cards down. And also because the only thing he said was “Why?” in a tone of actual challenge.

“What do you mean, why?”

“I mean why?” Yeah, definitely pissed off. And not in a sexy stern way, but in a you’ve-touched-a-nerve-you-shouldn’t-have-touched way. “Why is it so important to you that my distaste for brightly coloured tat be part of some pathology or personal flaw instead of a feature of my personality?”

“Oliver, queer iconography is not tat.”

“It is when it’s printed on merch and sold for four ninety-five on Etsy.”

I dug my fingers into my temples. “Oh my God, how is this not trying to please your parents? Sorry, Oliver. Yes, I do actually like things you can buy on Etsy. I do actually like crap that has rainbows randomly painted on it. I even think the MLM flag looks kind of okay, and I’m thinking of buying one to hang in my window because I love you and I am proud that I love you.”

There was a right time and a wrong time to tell somebody you loved them. As a weapon in an argument might, just might, have been a wrong time.