Ford blinked, momentarily confused by how Lestrange had gotten that impression. If Ford were planning on ending things, why sulk about it? And why put it off, rather than just doing it and getting on with his life? Actually, on second thought, the latter consideration was the only one that stood up to scrutiny. Last summer he'd called things off, and been more than a little sulky about it both before and after — but at least he'd just done it, rather than drawing it out. Ford had that distinction over Macnair, he supposed; when he ended things it may not have been painless but at least it was quick.
It also hadn't lasted more than six weeks, though, so maybe he wasn't due much credit after all.
"No, I just think they're going to," Ford explained. "I guess I could. Maybe that'd be better than drawing it out. But I don't know. It's their thing. I feel like me calling things off would be... overstepping? That sounds weird," he admitted, shaking his head. "But — I don't know. Things are ending because circumstances changed, but mine didn't, so — they ought to be the one to do it."
It also hadn't lasted more than six weeks, though, so maybe he wasn't due much credit after all.
"No, I just think they're going to," Ford explained. "I guess I could. Maybe that'd be better than drawing it out. But I don't know. It's their thing. I feel like me calling things off would be... overstepping? That sounds weird," he admitted, shaking his head. "But — I don't know. Things are ending because circumstances changed, but mine didn't, so — they ought to be the one to do it."
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