What a disaster this was. Ford took a step closer as Tycho stumbled, so that he was in a position to catch him against his chest. It was an instinctive movement rather than an affectionate one, but it left him with one arm slid around Tycho's back and the other hand on his opposite arm. Given the way Tycho was leaning it was halfway to an embrace, and then given what he'd said...
Ford moved his head gently until he was in a position to smell Tycho's hair, beneath the scents of the things he'd had to drink tonight. He spent a moment there, holding Tycho and thinking you beautiful imbecile.
Ford moved his head gently until he was in a position to smell Tycho's hair, beneath the scents of the things he'd had to drink tonight. He spent a moment there, holding Tycho and thinking you beautiful imbecile.
Set by Lady!