Ford frowned. He was going to have to lie to her. And not just lie to her, not give her a flippant answer like the one he'd given Verity that seemed to have irreparably damaged their relationship, because he still had to live with Grace after this and he couldn't cope with having her skulk through the house avoiding him. He had to tell her a lie that she would believe.
He could do this. He'd been practicing. It was the only thing he did when he was lying awake at night waiting to fall asleep: rehearse fraught conversations he might have to have with people sometime between now and the wedding. That was one of the many reasons he'd been almost religiously stealing away to Tycho's whenever he could — at least if he was exhausted from sex and curled in the other man's arms he didn't have to wait long for sleep. Not enough time for his mind to start tracing through all the anxieties.
"Look," he began, reaching out for her arm. "I'm — worried. And nervous. I guess probably everyone is, at least a little, before they get married, but I — well, I never thought I'd get married this soon," he admitted. This was mostly the truth, if one changed this soon for at all. "I've been focusing on you and Verity and Clementine, since our father died, and I wasn't looking for anyone. But you don't have to be looking to find someone." (This was a line he had rehearsed; he hope Grace found it romantic). "But it feels a little... it feels like I'm going to be trying to do two things at once, and I don't know if I can," he continued. "So I'm worried. But it's — we'll figure it out, won't we? Things will work out."
He could do this. He'd been practicing. It was the only thing he did when he was lying awake at night waiting to fall asleep: rehearse fraught conversations he might have to have with people sometime between now and the wedding. That was one of the many reasons he'd been almost religiously stealing away to Tycho's whenever he could — at least if he was exhausted from sex and curled in the other man's arms he didn't have to wait long for sleep. Not enough time for his mind to start tracing through all the anxieties.
"Look," he began, reaching out for her arm. "I'm — worried. And nervous. I guess probably everyone is, at least a little, before they get married, but I — well, I never thought I'd get married this soon," he admitted. This was mostly the truth, if one changed this soon for at all. "I've been focusing on you and Verity and Clementine, since our father died, and I wasn't looking for anyone. But you don't have to be looking to find someone." (This was a line he had rehearsed; he hope Grace found it romantic). "But it feels a little... it feels like I'm going to be trying to do two things at once, and I don't know if I can," he continued. "So I'm worried. But it's — we'll figure it out, won't we? Things will work out."
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