Tycho edged closer to him and Ford was seized with a thought: he could kiss him. Tycho, this version of him, would let him and would probably kiss him back. That hadn't been true for some time — the look on Ty's face when he'd left the bedroom had left little doubt in Ford's mind about where the two of them stood. There were a million reasons why he shouldn't, as there always were, but the mere possibility of it had him nearly quivering with emotion. Even shy of that, even just standing closer to Tycho or leaning against his side or touching his hand would have been blissful. And wrong. Very wrong. Not just because it would be another betrayal to Jemima. It felt like taking advantage of Tycho's memory situation, and therefore taking advantage of him. If he recovered all of his memories tomorrow, how would he feel about it? One more reason to hate Ford forever, as if he didn't have enough of those already.

"I lied to you," he blurted out. "I got married and I lied to you about why."

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