Ford was nearly certain that Broadmoor was saying that just to annoy him, but he had to grit his teeth at the comment all the same. He didn't know why he was letting the other man get to him this much — and he didn't know why it was so easy. It wasn't as though Broadmoor had actually said or done anything particularly egregious. And Tycho was allowed to have other friends. Even close friends. Even friends who stayed over for days at a time and answered the door when Tycho was out.

He ought not to just stay here drinking with him — this was only putting him more on edge, and Ford was on edge enough. He had plenty of stressors in his life at present without taking an unhealthily keen interest in Dodonus' love life.

"I'm sure," he agreed with a thin smile that belied the fact he didn't really think so in the slightest. "But for now maybe I'll leave you be. I can call on Tycho another time."

Calling on Tycho seemed so formal compared to spending the night, but Ford was sure if he tried to pretend he was invited over more often than he was, it would be obvious he was lying.

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