Cash bit down on the inside of his cheek. He didn’t think he could safely sit here if Ford was irritated at the Lestranges, which it seemed like — he might be? And Cash could understand that well enough, but he couldn’t handle it here, in a club where nearly all his male relatives were members, and where he got a weird miserable lunch with Lucius once a week. Not when his birthday was in two weeks, when it was taking this much focus to school his expression into something neutral, and Ford hadn’t managed to say anything that provocative at all.
(Was this what he would always be like, when people brought up the family? It was lucky that no one had said anything to him about Ellory when she was in the magazine, Cash thought — he’d only found out later.)
The apology at least interrupted his nerves. Cash tried for a smile, the polite wry thing he pulled out when he was about to try to be charming but his mind was turning over somewhere else. ”Don’t be sorry,” he said, ”And if you ever have to cancel, that’s fine.”
(Was this what he would always be like, when people brought up the family? It was lucky that no one had said anything to him about Ellory when she was in the magazine, Cash thought — he’d only found out later.)
The apology at least interrupted his nerves. Cash tried for a smile, the polite wry thing he pulled out when he was about to try to be charming but his mind was turning over somewhere else. ”Don’t be sorry,” he said, ”And if you ever have to cancel, that’s fine.”
MJ made this!