Wedding-related errands were never much fun, even if talking to Miss Potts was one of the less painful ones of the bunch. Seeing Tycho through the window had almost cheered him up — he had an idea of finishing up quickly and dashing out the door to wave him down, and maybe being able to get a meal together on the excuse of serendipity. Then he saw who Ty was with. Then he saw Ty hug him.
It was nothing, he was sure, because Tycho wouldn't have moved on so quickly. Not when Ford wasn't even actually married yet, and not when he was still trying to take every opportunity for stolen moments that he could. So it was certainly nothing, but it still stung, as though he'd taken Ty's gift and now he was the one seeing visions of the future. Maybe not Cleon Broadmoor, but someone, someday. It might happen just like this: Ford doing something mundane that he didn't want to do and seeing just a glimpse of Ty through a window and wondering, wondering, wondering.
He was in a bad mood when he left Wildflowers.
"Yes," he snapped. "They are, and I'm ecstatic." His tone certainly did not sound it.
It was nothing, he was sure, because Tycho wouldn't have moved on so quickly. Not when Ford wasn't even actually married yet, and not when he was still trying to take every opportunity for stolen moments that he could. So it was certainly nothing, but it still stung, as though he'd taken Ty's gift and now he was the one seeing visions of the future. Maybe not Cleon Broadmoor, but someone, someday. It might happen just like this: Ford doing something mundane that he didn't want to do and seeing just a glimpse of Ty through a window and wondering, wondering, wondering.
He was in a bad mood when he left Wildflowers.
"Yes," he snapped. "They are, and I'm ecstatic." His tone certainly did not sound it.
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