Tycho had to come to some social events and the coming out ball was always considered the kick-off. So here he was, dressed a little more somberly than he might have before everything in his life imploded. But he was also Tycho Dodonus so he didn't exactly blend in despite wearing more muted colors. He had cut his hair in a fit of pique simply because he knew Ford had loved his curls. He had decided to live with it a bit.

He had not noticed Ford and his wife at first but could not help but eavesdrop. He couldn't help shooting the pair a look at the mention of a coat room. He purposely brushed his arm against Ford as he passed them by, like anyone would when walking by someone in a crowded room. He was being petty, he knew it, but it was hard not to be.