Ford frowned at the layer of cooled skin that was forming on top of his cocoa. He wasn't sure whether he wanted to talk about Macnair or not. It was still painful to even think about, but maybe talking would help. He didn't have many options if he did want to talk about it; the only other person who knew was Lestrange, and after their last conversation about it... Ford didn't really think he wanted to talk to Lestrange. It wasn't that Cash hadn't been sympathetic, just that — what was it?
It was that he was embarrassed, Ford realized. Cash knew too much about things and had seen Ford too emotional. There was no recovering — any conversation they had about it moving forward would start from here, with Ford ashamed that he'd been with a married man and guilty that he'd let things go on so long after he found out about the pregnancy and embarrassed that he'd nearly cried about it in the private room at Black's. And telling Tycho anything about Macnair would involve telling him those things, or at least hinting at them, because there was no way to explain the way Ford was feeling about it now without articulating the factors that had led him here.
"No," he said quietly. "If I did, you might think differently of me."
It was that he was embarrassed, Ford realized. Cash knew too much about things and had seen Ford too emotional. There was no recovering — any conversation they had about it moving forward would start from here, with Ford ashamed that he'd been with a married man and guilty that he'd let things go on so long after he found out about the pregnancy and embarrassed that he'd nearly cried about it in the private room at Black's. And telling Tycho anything about Macnair would involve telling him those things, or at least hinting at them, because there was no way to explain the way Ford was feeling about it now without articulating the factors that had led him here.
"No," he said quietly. "If I did, you might think differently of me."
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