Ford had not been having the time of his life at the flower show, to say the least.
He'd been lingering at the event, trailing after his younger sisters and trying to be casual so that he didn't make the incident earlier any more of a thing than it necessarily had to be, but his nerves hadn't entirely stabilized yet. He jumped slightly when someone addressed him from behind, before he recognized the voice as Tycho's and forced himself to relax slightly. It was a relief that it was Ty, anyway — what he was saying, not so much. Ford had (begrudgingly) accepted that Tycho's visions were real and at least occasionally accurate, but he had never yet encountered one that provided good news. At least, not comprehensible or actionable good news. Ty's visions were either useless or unwanted, and often both.
"And here I was, trying to keep out of the limelight," Ford joked wearily. "Dare I ask?"
He'd been lingering at the event, trailing after his younger sisters and trying to be casual so that he didn't make the incident earlier any more of a thing than it necessarily had to be, but his nerves hadn't entirely stabilized yet. He jumped slightly when someone addressed him from behind, before he recognized the voice as Tycho's and forced himself to relax slightly. It was a relief that it was Ty, anyway — what he was saying, not so much. Ford had (begrudgingly) accepted that Tycho's visions were real and at least occasionally accurate, but he had never yet encountered one that provided good news. At least, not comprehensible or actionable good news. Ty's visions were either useless or unwanted, and often both.
"And here I was, trying to keep out of the limelight," Ford joked wearily. "Dare I ask?"
Set by Lady!