The gestures assured Ford that Macnair really did want him to stay and wasn't just saying it to be polite (or if he was just saying it, he was doing too convincing a job). Ford still wasn't convinced that he ought to stay if there was something the matter, but after a brief hesitation he accepted the invitation back into Macnair's arms. He leaned his head on Macnair's shoulder, but kept his head tilted to keep an eye on his expression.
The excuse Macnair gave was bewildering. Hadn't they just written to each other that they wanted to spend time together, and for this whole thing to be more than physical? When Ford imagined what it would be like to be with someone, romantically instead of just sexually, this was more or less the crux of it: getting to share how you were feeling and what you were thinking, and having support through it. Was Macnair backtracking from the things he'd said in his letter, or had his meaning been something different from what Ford had understood?
"Well, it's up to you," Ford said carefully. He didn't want to seem as though he was pressuring Macnair one way or another, particularly since he didn't have the faintest idea what this was about. "But if you want to talk, I'll listen."
The excuse Macnair gave was bewildering. Hadn't they just written to each other that they wanted to spend time together, and for this whole thing to be more than physical? When Ford imagined what it would be like to be with someone, romantically instead of just sexually, this was more or less the crux of it: getting to share how you were feeling and what you were thinking, and having support through it. Was Macnair backtracking from the things he'd said in his letter, or had his meaning been something different from what Ford had understood?
"Well, it's up to you," Ford said carefully. He didn't want to seem as though he was pressuring Macnair one way or another, particularly since he didn't have the faintest idea what this was about. "But if you want to talk, I'll listen."
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