Well, she'd believed him — and he hadn't even had to get to the point of insisting Miss Farley had a plethora of delightful qualities, or even parade out the word love. This ought to have been a win for him, and in a small way it was, because he'd sidestepped a conversation he couldn't hold to navigate... but Grace had taken it poorly, and Ford was kicking himself for not having come up with a lie that was a little farther from the truth, because in hindsight of course she had taken it poorly.
"Grace," he said, reaching to take both of her hands in his so that he could be sure he had her attention. "I wouldn't trade being your brother for anything. I mean that," he insisted gently. (He would have traded a few things to be her brother and have her married by now, but saying so was hardly going to be helpful). "It's my job to worry about you, yeah? And not the other way around. You just be happy for me," he concluded. "And let me figure out the rest."
"Grace," he said, reaching to take both of her hands in his so that he could be sure he had her attention. "I wouldn't trade being your brother for anything. I mean that," he insisted gently. (He would have traded a few things to be her brother and have her married by now, but saying so was hardly going to be helpful). "It's my job to worry about you, yeah? And not the other way around. You just be happy for me," he concluded. "And let me figure out the rest."
Set by Lady!