Ford’s weirdness radiated outwards, and Noble frowned softly at him. He had — a lot of questions. He wasn’t entirely sure what they were, but he did have them, and Ford’s face was red and Noble was starting to feel like he ought to be embarrassed to, in some sort of brotherly solidarity. He glanced at the folded newspaper and then back at Ford, and then back at the newspaper. Was there something wrong with Ford’s pants, and that was why he was wriggling so weirdly?
Noble took a sip of his drink.
”Are you good?” he asked finally, not sure where else to start but unable to contain himself to saying nothing.
Noble took a sip of his drink.
”Are you good?” he asked finally, not sure where else to start but unable to contain himself to saying nothing.
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