Ford looked wide-eyed at Cash. He had not anticipated this question, and therefore had no answer for it. Most people had no trouble making assumptions about what had happened in the coatroom, and there were only so many things that it was my fault could mean, weren't there? And even if there was still room for some doubt, he had never imagined Cash would actually ask, given the subject matter. It wasn't as though they had ever shared details of their love lives before; this wasn't something they talked about. But maybe Cash could feel that it was off, that Ford was lying by omission about almost everything, and maybe that was why he asked... but it wasn't as though Ford could tell him, in the middle of a pub, even if he'd wanted to.
His cheeks flushed. He took a drink of his beer. This time-buying did not help him figure out what to say. He had the sense that it was rather unfair for Cash to have asked, because he must have known there was no middle-of-the-pub appropriate answer.
"You got married to make your father happy," he pointed out, defensive and sulky. "There are worse reasons than because it's the right thing to do."
His cheeks flushed. He took a drink of his beer. This time-buying did not help him figure out what to say. He had the sense that it was rather unfair for Cash to have asked, because he must have known there was no middle-of-the-pub appropriate answer.
"You got married to make your father happy," he pointed out, defensive and sulky. "There are worse reasons than because it's the right thing to do."
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