For half a moment Ford was honestly confused by that response, until he connected the dots back to what felt like a lifetime ago, when he'd first visited this place and Macnair had mentioned a ghost in the parlor downstairs. Ford had barely been paying attention, though, because he'd been too raw with nerves about what might happen that night. And he'd never, for one minute, believed that there was actually a ghost in this house.
"You were serious?" he nearly sputtered, in disbelief. He'd thought that had been a lie made up on the spot to distract him from Macnair's true intention for their meeting — he'd thought it was uncharacteristically clumsy for Macnair, even, since Ford had seen through it so easily. After they'd started kissing it had never crossed his mind again.
"Did you actually want me to… do something about him?" Ford asked, unable to reconcile this with what he'd thought Macnair had wanted from their first meeting — what had very obviously taken place.
"You were serious?" he nearly sputtered, in disbelief. He'd thought that had been a lie made up on the spot to distract him from Macnair's true intention for their meeting — he'd thought it was uncharacteristically clumsy for Macnair, even, since Ford had seen through it so easily. After they'd started kissing it had never crossed his mind again.
"Did you actually want me to… do something about him?" Ford asked, unable to reconcile this with what he'd thought Macnair had wanted from their first meeting — what had very obviously taken place.
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