West elbows Rhys. “See that? Falling all over himself to protect her honor.” Rhys smirks in response, but Ford looks downright thoughtful. “That’s actually—” “Kind of romantic?” West guesses with amusement twinkling in his eyes. “No.” Ford shrugs. “Sad.” Fucking Ford. Direct to a fault sometimes. “Thanks, I’m really fine, though,” I reply grimly. Fine.
