At the sight of Tycho coming into the room Ford's stomach did a little flip, and his predetermined excuses flew straight out of his head. In retrospect, he wouldn't be sure whether he'd forgotten what he'd planned to say or if he'd been feeling guilty at the prospect of lying to Tycho. The latter felt a little ridiculous, given how small and harmless a lie it would have been, but... he somehow had the feeling that he had already been lying to Tycho tonight and he needed to keep from compounding it. This was silly because he hadn't been lying about anything; he didn't have anything to feel guilty about. (Did he?)
"I told you I would," Ford responded. He smiled briefly, then took a second to look over what Ty was wearing and guess what he'd been doing. There was an ink stain Ford could see on one of his fingers. A moment passed in which Ford didn't know what to say or do; he hovered and waited for the atmosphere to crystalize into something more stable than this frantic nervous energy that seemed to be buzzing around him.
"I'm overdressed," he said at last.
"I told you I would," Ford responded. He smiled briefly, then took a second to look over what Ty was wearing and guess what he'd been doing. There was an ink stain Ford could see on one of his fingers. A moment passed in which Ford didn't know what to say or do; he hovered and waited for the atmosphere to crystalize into something more stable than this frantic nervous energy that seemed to be buzzing around him.
"I'm overdressed," he said at last.
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