Ford lost no time in scrambling off the bed when Tycho moved. He may not have been in imminent danger of anything when Ty was floating away, but he still would rather have freedom of movement if Ty turned back to him. He intended to get farther, but his feet had barely touched the ground when Tycho's words stopped him in his tracks.

"I decided? Decided?" he echoed, fully incredulous. Tycho had held him while he literally cried about it — he'd have to have been obliviated to now think Ford had wanted to marry. Even if he hadn't seen Ford's initial reaction to the situation, in what world could Ty have ever thought Ford wanted to trade their relationship for a loveless marriage to a stranger? Ty knew him better than that — or he should have.

Maybe this remark was made in the same spirit that Ty had leaned in close to him; maybe this was deliberate provocation. Did Ty want a fight? (There might be something to that, he realized; it hurt less to be angry with someone than to love them).

"I can't do this here," he said, crossing his arms. Despite his words he had also done very little to moderate his tone or volume, instead matching Tycho's. "What were you thinking, showing up like that? You didn't even know if I was alone."

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