If Cash taking a drink hadn't already given away the answer, his expression and tone when he spoke again would have. Ford had aimed well if he'd been intending to hurt. He could have taken this and gloated, because this was more or less exactly what he'd said before Cash had married — that he wasn't capable of really being there for a wife, and here was proof. In a kinder moment he might have knitted this information into what he knew of Cash's overall well-being and responded with empathy. He did neither of those things before what Cash said hit him like a train.
"Fuck you," he said. He wanted a drink, something to break up the sudden oppressive heat that had surged in the center of his chest, but given the veneer of the game still hanging over their heads he didn't want to raise his glass and risk the gesture being taken as acknowledgement or agreement.
"Fuck you," he said. He wanted a drink, something to break up the sudden oppressive heat that had surged in the center of his chest, but given the veneer of the game still hanging over their heads he didn't want to raise his glass and risk the gesture being taken as acknowledgement or agreement.
Set by Lady!