"No," Ford answered, altogether too quickly, before realizing that answer didn't make much sense following on the heels of his last statement that of course it changed everything. He couldn't help the word tumbling out because he'd been too distracted trying to backtrack through their conversation and knit everything Gallivan had said into some cohesive narrative in his head, to see if the idea that had popped into his mind had any merit. Gallivan said Cash didn't have a choice and that seemed like the sort of thing Cash wouldn't have said to just anyone, so — did that mean they were more than just friends? Not necessarily, because Cash had said it to Ford, hadn't he, and they were — good friends (or at least they had been) but still very definitely just friends. So when Gallivan asked did it change things for you while he was in the middle of these haphazard thoughts Ford couldn't help but hear it as did it change things in the same way for you as it did for me and he had been eager to assure him that no, of course not, things weren't like that.
But he was jumping to conclusions, and he didn't have any real proof that Gallivan was the person Cash had been talking about. He might have tried to play this off and put the notion to bed, except that he'd already put his foot in his mouth with the hurried and nonsensical response. Being smooth was off the table. "I mean — it's — I mean it has, but not —" What was he going to say at this point? That he was sure they would work through it? He was sure of no such thing, and had not even fully committed to trying, though at this point he thought it more likely than not. He couldn't say not like that because that would beg the obvious follow-up question of like what and Ford would have nothing to say. He couldn't actually bring it up, even opaquely, without risking exposing Cash if he was wrong, and there was every chance that he was wrong. Sure, the things Gallivan had said so far made it not-impossible, but it was still a long way off from admitting to anything.
"We've — always had sort of a weird friendship," he finally managed. If he was trying to clear any doubts about the nature of their relationship, this was hardly going to do it; without further explanation it sounded exactly like the sort of euphemism someone might have used. So, because he was desperate to move the conversation along and had not paused to consider how any of what he said next might sound landing on the ears of a relative stranger, he continued, "I don't know if you ever felt this way but it seems like sometimes he just needs a voice of reason, because he just — doesn't do that for himself, sometimes — and I sort of — this wedding... it feels like I've let him down, a little, by not managing to talk him out of it."
But he was jumping to conclusions, and he didn't have any real proof that Gallivan was the person Cash had been talking about. He might have tried to play this off and put the notion to bed, except that he'd already put his foot in his mouth with the hurried and nonsensical response. Being smooth was off the table. "I mean — it's — I mean it has, but not —" What was he going to say at this point? That he was sure they would work through it? He was sure of no such thing, and had not even fully committed to trying, though at this point he thought it more likely than not. He couldn't say not like that because that would beg the obvious follow-up question of like what and Ford would have nothing to say. He couldn't actually bring it up, even opaquely, without risking exposing Cash if he was wrong, and there was every chance that he was wrong. Sure, the things Gallivan had said so far made it not-impossible, but it was still a long way off from admitting to anything.
"We've — always had sort of a weird friendship," he finally managed. If he was trying to clear any doubts about the nature of their relationship, this was hardly going to do it; without further explanation it sounded exactly like the sort of euphemism someone might have used. So, because he was desperate to move the conversation along and had not paused to consider how any of what he said next might sound landing on the ears of a relative stranger, he continued, "I don't know if you ever felt this way but it seems like sometimes he just needs a voice of reason, because he just — doesn't do that for himself, sometimes — and I sort of — this wedding... it feels like I've let him down, a little, by not managing to talk him out of it."
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