"Well, I didn't quite plan it," Tycho said with a laugh as he undid Fords progress of moving away from him by moving towards him. He grabbed the blanket that Ford had been brandishing at him before and wrapped it around himself. He didn't feel that he was in a right state of mind to properly conjure clothing.
"Understandable, I wouldn't want to cause you turmoil with the others. But how am I supposed to just leave?" Tycho asked in amusement as he reached out to put his hand on Fords cheek and gently ran his thumb over his lips. "All the poetry that fills my mind from your eyes and lips alone... Tell me. How am I supposed to just go home?"
"Understandable, I wouldn't want to cause you turmoil with the others. But how am I supposed to just leave?" Tycho asked in amusement as he reached out to put his hand on Fords cheek and gently ran his thumb over his lips. "All the poetry that fills my mind from your eyes and lips alone... Tell me. How am I supposed to just go home?"
