Going to visit his mother was a perfectly good excuse for not being here, particularly given recent events, but it didn't make Ford feel any better about Broadmoor answering the door. So he was here by himself while Tycho was out. Even Tycho wouldn't have invited him over for the afternoon and then promptly abandoned him to go pay a call on his mother — he was eccentric but not inconsiderate — which meant that Broadmoor had been here for some time, probably since at least the day before. Dodonus had never invited Ford to stay overnight... but why would he have? Ford's house was no more than a ten minute walk, so no matter how late he stayed over or how much he drank during dinner it didn't make much sense that he wouldn't be able to get himself home. Presumably this other fellow lived farther away. He could easily have come for dinner the day before, gotten too drunk to safely apparate, and decided to stay in a guest room. But if that was the case, why would he still be here, instead of going back home once he'd sobered up in the morning?
He'd been a little put out while considering these things, but transitioned to properly annoyed when the other man recognized him and said "I had no idea you were friends with Tycho." Ford wasn't sure what he was annoyed about or who he was annoyed with — probably this bloke, but maybe Tycho a little bit too, for apparently never having mentioned him in conversation even once to a friend he was close enough with to invite over for extended stays. They'd been seeing each other at least once a week since early summer, between Ford helping with the shows and visiting and running into each other at social calls. It could have come up. Arguably even should have come up, if Broadmoor was as good a friend as he was acting like he was. Not that he'd said anything specifically about it, but between answering the door of the other man's house and continually referring to him by his first name he was certainly giving the impression that the two of them were... cozy.
"We're good friends," Ford insisted, tone somewhat testy. Now, of course, he had to wonder if that was really true — if Tycho was regularly having people over and had never mentioned Broadmoor to Ford, or vice versa. Maybe they weren't really as close as Ford had presumed. That idea stung, too. He was not particularly enjoying this interaction, but he couldn't exactly leave when the other man had just poured him a drink. Not to mention that he didn't really want to leave — he wanted to know what was going on here. "How do you know him?"
He'd been a little put out while considering these things, but transitioned to properly annoyed when the other man recognized him and said "I had no idea you were friends with Tycho." Ford wasn't sure what he was annoyed about or who he was annoyed with — probably this bloke, but maybe Tycho a little bit too, for apparently never having mentioned him in conversation even once to a friend he was close enough with to invite over for extended stays. They'd been seeing each other at least once a week since early summer, between Ford helping with the shows and visiting and running into each other at social calls. It could have come up. Arguably even should have come up, if Broadmoor was as good a friend as he was acting like he was. Not that he'd said anything specifically about it, but between answering the door of the other man's house and continually referring to him by his first name he was certainly giving the impression that the two of them were... cozy.
"We're good friends," Ford insisted, tone somewhat testy. Now, of course, he had to wonder if that was really true — if Tycho was regularly having people over and had never mentioned Broadmoor to Ford, or vice versa. Maybe they weren't really as close as Ford had presumed. That idea stung, too. He was not particularly enjoying this interaction, but he couldn't exactly leave when the other man had just poured him a drink. Not to mention that he didn't really want to leave — he wanted to know what was going on here. "How do you know him?"
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