Noble's eyebrows knotted into a concerned line on his forehead. It was the confusing nature of Ford's words, and his brother's manic laugh, that had him nervous — he'd had a difficult time trusting Ford lately, and while he didn't want to act suspicious — he was suspicious.

Why wouldn't he be suspicious? Ford was drinking a double, and he was home late, and he liked men, and they were running out of money, and sometimes Noble was worried that if he didn't take over they were just going to go broke, and soon.

"Ford?" he asked, carefully, after a beat.

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