Macnair was looking at him now, which was worse than looking at the floor. Ford hadn't liked seeing him so miserable, but there was a sense of pressure that came from being under his gaze that had been absent before. Macnair had asked him a question, but Ford didn't have an answer. Was it enough? He'd decided during the conversation with Noble that he couldn't be with Macnair if he was a bad father, because Ford didn't want to be in love with someone who was a bad person, but if he honestly believe that Macnair was a good person, did that change things? Macnair's intentions were good, but it was the impact that mattered — but maybe Ford wasn't qualified to judge what the impact would be, and what business did he have making himself and Macnair miserable over something he was just worried might happen? What if there were things at play he didn't understand yet, like he hadn't fully understood what Macnair meant about his marriage until just now?
Ford still hadn't found words, but he was sure his face looked just as conflicted as he felt. With his free hand he reached up to touch Macnair's cheek, brushing away some of the tears. Ford leaned in and kissed him tenderly. He had no idea what was going to happen next, or what he was eventually going to say in answer to Macnair's question, but he couldn't have sat there looking at Macnair only inches away with tears on his face any longer.
Ford still hadn't found words, but he was sure his face looked just as conflicted as he felt. With his free hand he reached up to touch Macnair's cheek, brushing away some of the tears. Ford leaned in and kissed him tenderly. He had no idea what was going to happen next, or what he was eventually going to say in answer to Macnair's question, but he couldn't have sat there looking at Macnair only inches away with tears on his face any longer.
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