Ted hums in agreement. "Yeah, I hadn't quite hit my Jimmy Buffett phase," he jokes mildly. He pulls back a little so he can pull his arm free, and wrap it around Joan, then kisses the top of her head.

As sad as it is to remember this stuff, he's grateful he gets to share it with her. Sadness shared is sadness halved and all that. And Sherlock's right that his bisexuality is a significant part of his life, if a hidden one, so he wants to be able to talk about it with her.