Ford had been hoping Macnair would leave, which would at least have meant he could wrestle with his entirely overblown frustration by himself, but of course he had no such luck. Since he'd said it, though, at least Macnair would know that Ford had something else going on, and that he hadn't been sitting here just watching Macnair's conversation and obsessing over it (though of course that was exactly what he had been doing). Only when Macnair responded, Ford had no idea what to make of the remark. What was that supposed to mean?

"It didn't scare you off," Ford pointed out dryly. It was easier to continue with the casual hostility than try and figure out how to actually respond to that, because he didn't even know where to start. Ford meeting a friend at the club had nothing to do with his bad mood, and surely Macnair knew that. It had to be obvious, because it wasn't as though Macnair was stupid, and Ford hadn't been going to any great lengths to hide his frustration so far during this conversation.

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