Ford watched Noble speak, impassive. Externally, anyway. Internally, his mind was racing. He'd thought his brother was standing on the edge of a cliff a hundred miles away, and now he was being told he wasn't, he was just — stupid. Incredibly stupid. And Ford supposed that was better (it was better, so long as it was the truth and not a distraction from a confession Noble now regretted making) but it didn't sound like it was the first time this had happened. Despite what he'd said earlier about this not happening again, Noble's tone also didn't particularly imply this would be the last time, either.
"Not enough to do anything," he repeated, voice dry and incredulous. "Except make you pass out over dinner."

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"Not enough to do anything," he repeated, voice dry and incredulous. "Except make you pass out over dinner."

Set by Lady!