"Shirts, yeah," he agreed. He swallowed to try and clear the lump in his throat and stepped back from the wardrobe. For a second he assumed that was it: they'd chosen the suit; she'd change the color; he'd go fetch a shirt from a drawer so she could verify he did in fact own shirts; he'd be able to stop thinking about this up until he had to dress on the wedding day. Greer's immediate flurry of activity disabused him of that notion. He tried to follow what she was saying (what she was doing, with the tools swishing every which way, was a lost cause), but her final directive still pushed him off balance. Put it on? Now?
She didn't leave him time to protest; she was already bustling out of the room. She had the energy of a much older woman, Ford thought distantly; he could picture her harranguing a small army of children through a crowded market.
So she was gone, and Ford was alone in his room with the white suit staring at him. Right.
He pulled the curtain closed over the one small window in his room. He was on the second floor, so it wasn't exactly necessary for most passersby, but his lover knew how to fly, and it would be just his luck for Ty to swoop by on raven wings and see Ford's cousin altering his suit. He lit the gaslamp on his desk and changed into the plain white shirt she'd mentioned — he didn't have much color in his wardrobe, so he didn't have blue. Then he crossed back to the wardrobe and stood there in his socks for a moment, just looking at it. Sorry, Tycho.
Half a minute later he opened the door for his cousin, wearing the suit except for the jacket, which he'd placed over the back of the desk chair.
She didn't leave him time to protest; she was already bustling out of the room. She had the energy of a much older woman, Ford thought distantly; he could picture her harranguing a small army of children through a crowded market.
So she was gone, and Ford was alone in his room with the white suit staring at him. Right.
He pulled the curtain closed over the one small window in his room. He was on the second floor, so it wasn't exactly necessary for most passersby, but his lover knew how to fly, and it would be just his luck for Ty to swoop by on raven wings and see Ford's cousin altering his suit. He lit the gaslamp on his desk and changed into the plain white shirt she'd mentioned — he didn't have much color in his wardrobe, so he didn't have blue. Then he crossed back to the wardrobe and stood there in his socks for a moment, just looking at it. Sorry, Tycho.
Half a minute later he opened the door for his cousin, wearing the suit except for the jacket, which he'd placed over the back of the desk chair.
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