“That tree still has fruit at the top.”
Junior obligingly walked over to the tree Chang indicated, hand held up so the other cyborg had something to hold on to, riding on Junior’s shoulder as he was. Chang balanced a basked half full of apples with his free hand, and cheerfully whistled.
“Do you want to get down?” Junior asked. “It would probably be faster.”
“I like it up here,” Chang said, inspecting the apples on the tree before picking one. “Between the two of us, we can get more of the higher fruit this way, and it’s easier to carry the basket. And while I’m up here, I can do this.” He tilted Junior’s head back and planted a kiss on his lips.
“Those are all good points,” Junior agreed, smiling against Chang’s mouth. “You’d better stay up here.”