Mia watched Ford as he laid down next to her, looking rather worn out. Her eyes widened at his boldness, taking up space on the floor within arm's reach, and taking her hand in his.
Her gaze darted towards her father, who paid no attention. With a startled question in her expression, she looked back at Ford. He shrugged at her lightly.
"Some things have changed."
"I must have been out longer than I thought," She murmured to herself.
"I'm sorry, for snapping at you," Ford told her sleepily. "Grandpa told me a man doesn't take things out on others."
Mia blinked. "I suppose that's true of any adult."
"D'you forgive me?" His heavy-lidded gaze made her heart feel a little strange in her chest.
"Of course," She couldn't withhold forgiveness in the face of his unqualified apology.
"Thanks," He smiled a little and held back a yawn.