Tycho didn't really know what to make of Fords expressions. The other mans cheeks got even redder which Tycho hadn't thought possible. He chuckled as his best friend stammered though fell silent as Ford failed to actually move off of him.

Ford was still practically on top of him and Tychos body was starting to catch up and react.

Well, then. This was awkward. All Tycho could really do for the moment was stare back at Ford, his hand moving of its own accord as it moved to caress the other mans cheek, his fingertips lightly playing with the ends of Fords hair. What was he even doing? Well, he knew but he had been resisting this kind of thing for months now because he didn't want Ford backing off from him.