Ford sighed heavily. He glanced over at the nearest bookcase. If it was possible to be distracted while still entirely focused on the subject at hand, that was what was happening. "No, I don't think we have forever," he said, but he was running through a dozen different scenarios in his head. What if Macnair didn't break things off? He had to, eventually; Ford was still convinced that he would, sometime before or very shortly after the baby arrived. Cash did have a point, though, about putting off unpleasant things, particularly if Macnair hadn't realized yet how inevitable it was. He might try to drag things out through Christmas, through New Year's, through St. Valentine's, through the beginning of the summer. Macnair had romantic tendencies, Ford knew; he wouldn't want to sully something like the anniversary of the day they'd first kissed by ending things.
"I don't think it'd bother me so much if I could get it out of my head," he continued, glancing back at Lestrange briefly. "If I didn't just keep thinking about how it's bound to end, all the time. It's like — it's not fair," he said with a frown. Nothing was fair and he knew that it was naive to even raise that as a complaint, but he felt it all the same and now he'd said it. "Because we weren't even together that long, and now it's like I've spent half the time we were together waiting for him to call it off."
"I don't think it'd bother me so much if I could get it out of my head," he continued, glancing back at Lestrange briefly. "If I didn't just keep thinking about how it's bound to end, all the time. It's like — it's not fair," he said with a frown. Nothing was fair and he knew that it was naive to even raise that as a complaint, but he felt it all the same and now he'd said it. "Because we weren't even together that long, and now it's like I've spent half the time we were together waiting for him to call it off."
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