Ford squinted slightly at Cash, trying to tell if it was a genuine question or if he was being made fun of. He didn't think he ought to be any more explicit than that, while they were in somewhat-public. Different could technically mean anything, but there was a very short list of things that it could mean in this context, and if Cash hadn't already figured it out then Ford wasn't sure it was worth it to explain. And what did it matter to Cash what the nature of his relationship with Miss Chang was? Cash had married someone he didn't care about; he could hardly throw stones from that glass house.
"We don't have to talk about it," he found himself saying. He tossed a stone lightly in his hand, feeling out the weight of it and the contours. There was something about skipping stones that felt familiar — was it just nostalgia for simpler days? "But we should talk about something."
"We don't have to talk about it," he found himself saying. He tossed a stone lightly in his hand, feeling out the weight of it and the contours. There was something about skipping stones that felt familiar — was it just nostalgia for simpler days? "But we should talk about something."
Set by Lady!