"Nothing to do with you," Ford reiterated, at the look that passed over Tycho's face. He understood the concern; had their positions been reversed, he'd be going through the exact same mental hoops himself. Explaining how it had come out without being about Ty was going to take a bit more, and Ford couldn't help but hesitate before he continued. He needed to tell Ty, of course, but he didn't want to. It felt like an admission of guilt, or like a betrayal. Ford reached out and caught one of Ty's hands, twining their fingers together before he spoke again. Tycho had said he was here for him. "He, uhm. He found these letters I had, from someone else. Well, not from someone else, but, uhm. Letters that I'd written. To someone else. From a long time ago."
Letters that he should not have kept. Ford's face was red. Don't hate me, he thought desperately. "I don't — keep your letters, or anything, so it's not like he would ever see. It was just — a really stupid thing I did, after this relationship ended, where I wrote these — really, really stupid letters that I knew I wasn't ever going to send, and — I don't know why I kept them so long, but I was going to get rid of them, but then he found them, and... So we had to talk about it."
Letters that he should not have kept. Ford's face was red. Don't hate me, he thought desperately. "I don't — keep your letters, or anything, so it's not like he would ever see. It was just — a really stupid thing I did, after this relationship ended, where I wrote these — really, really stupid letters that I knew I wasn't ever going to send, and — I don't know why I kept them so long, but I was going to get rid of them, but then he found them, and... So we had to talk about it."
Set by Lady!