Tycho waited for Ford to answer his questions. Ford kept insisting that it had nothing to do with him which was starting to make him feel a little off kilter. Ford entwined their fingers and Tycho reflexively gave it a squeeze. Tycho could not help the wave of petty jealousy flowing through him as Ford told him Noble had found letters. Not his, but from someone else.

Then again, he supposed it was a good thing it wasn't his letters. He didn't know how explicit Fords letters had been but Tycho's tended to be downright smut sometimes.

"Probably a good thing you don't keep mine but slightly saddening that the limerick I wrote about the gloriousness of your buttocks was not preserved," Tycho couldn't help but murmur. He could understand why Ford might have kept the letters from his past lover despite the petulant feeling it was causing him to feel. Just because things ended did not immediately mean the end of feelings. "So now he knows that you have an interest in men. Did he hurt you?" He didn't take either of the Greengrasses to be the sort of have physical altercations but he knew now emotionally sensitive his lover could be.