Ford shrugged. With this question the weight of the conversation had suddenly occurred to him — that they were talking about someone Grace might spend her entire life with — and he felt woefully unqualified to shoulder it. But of course that left the question: if not him, then whom? There was no one else to take on these sorts of responsibilities. Noble helped — Noble probably helped too much, honestly — but it was not, when all was said and done, his.
"I guess so," he said with a frown. "But it's hard to tell, you know. If they're nice in the right ways. Like, I can have a conversation with them in the break room and it's fine, or good, or whatever. But would I want to be married to them?" He shrugged again; the point he was trying to get across was that it felt entirely impossible for him to deduce anything about their actual quality as a husband (so, the only thing that really mattered) from the superficial interactions he had with people at work.
"I guess so," he said with a frown. "But it's hard to tell, you know. If they're nice in the right ways. Like, I can have a conversation with them in the break room and it's fine, or good, or whatever. But would I want to be married to them?" He shrugged again; the point he was trying to get across was that it felt entirely impossible for him to deduce anything about their actual quality as a husband (so, the only thing that really mattered) from the superficial interactions he had with people at work.
Set by Lady!