23 February, 1894 — Tycho's House
Earlier that day Ford had been in Miss Farley's parlor playing suitor, and during the interaction he'd had a running inner monologue of things he would tell Tycho about it, when they saw each other. He hadn't realized he was planning to see Ty today until he'd been in the parlor with her and realized he couldn't possibly go from that to pretending things were normal at home without some kind of release in between. So he'd spent the afternoon rehearsing how he would recount it all to Tycho, and then afterwards he'd fled to Tycho's and not said a word of it. He hadn't had the stomach to talk about Miss Farley or the wedding to Ty since the day he'd first broken the news, and it turned out he still didn't.
He didn't have the words for much of anything, as it happened — not until after they'd been shut up in Tycho's bedroom for thirty minutes and Ford was contemplating the rise and fall of Tycho's chest while he caught his breath. And when he found something to say, it was once again nothing to do with Miss Farley, but rather with the unpleasant interaction he'd had with Broadmoor yesterday afternoon in Diagon Alley.
"When you start sleeping with other people," he began tentatively — and as much as it stung to use the word when he thought it would have been naive to do otherwise — "Do you think you'll tell them about me?"
He didn't have the words for much of anything, as it happened — not until after they'd been shut up in Tycho's bedroom for thirty minutes and Ford was contemplating the rise and fall of Tycho's chest while he caught his breath. And when he found something to say, it was once again nothing to do with Miss Farley, but rather with the unpleasant interaction he'd had with Broadmoor yesterday afternoon in Diagon Alley.
"When you start sleeping with other people," he began tentatively — and as much as it stung to use the word when he thought it would have been naive to do otherwise — "Do you think you'll tell them about me?"
Set by Lady!