"I'm not offended," Ford said immediately, and although offended may not have been the exact right word choice it was clear from his tone that he was something. Ford recognized that he was upset, but he wasn't really sure if he was upset at Tycho. He hadn't been upset at Cash for prompting them to a more private location, when it had happened before. It was more the whole situation — always having to watch what he said and having so much bottled up inside that he wasn't allowed to ever talk about, even with his closest friends. Tycho might say he preferred not to have his 'deepest vulnerabilities' out in public but in Ford's opinion that was the whole point of having friends. Who was he supposed to talk to about things like this, if not people like Cash or Tycho?
But maybe the depth of their friendship was a little one-sided. Tycho didn't tell him things, apparently, and Ford wasn't clued in enough to notice them. Cash had shared a lot with Ford that felt very personal, but had that really been by choice, or because Ford was the only person Lestrange knew who might know how to handle a dementor?
"I just need a drink," he bit off, still walking. He wanted to be drunk, really, but maybe that wasn't allowed, either, with all the things he wasn't supposed to talk about in public.
But maybe the depth of their friendship was a little one-sided. Tycho didn't tell him things, apparently, and Ford wasn't clued in enough to notice them. Cash had shared a lot with Ford that felt very personal, but had that really been by choice, or because Ford was the only person Lestrange knew who might know how to handle a dementor?
"I just need a drink," he bit off, still walking. He wanted to be drunk, really, but maybe that wasn't allowed, either, with all the things he wasn't supposed to talk about in public.
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