Tycho snorted as his ex-lover sputtered at him. He had not intended to be here but now that he was here, he didn't want to 'get out'. "If you want me to leave so bad, get me out yourself," he said, floating just close enough for Ford to be able to just lean over the slightest bit to touch but not actually touching. This was a torture for himself, why was he doing this? He didn't know but all he knew was that he was anticipating the look on Fords face.

"Not everything gets be the way you demand it," he added cattily as he kept hovering close in that irritating 'I'm not touching you' way.