Four hours. That's the amount of time Ford had to let pass, and to say it was difficult would be an understatement. He wished he could introduce you to his niece and nephew, to his twin brother- but he knew how they'd react to him being in love with a being like you.
They'd think you were one of Bill's goons, something made to cause and spread chaos. But Ford looked at you like you were his spouse, and the two of you hadn't even had a romantic talk yet. Hell, he wasn't even sure if you were connected to Bill or not, but he didn't care.
You were kind to him, you listened to him, he could talk to you about the mature stuff- the things he felt he couldn't tell Dipper. You were funny and playful, you could brighten his mood like no other- apart from his niece, Mabel.
A little piece of Stanford, a miniscule piece, believed that Dipper, Mabel, and Stanley would love you if they got to know you like he did. Yet something also told him that after everything with Bill, they'd despise you.
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"вы? вы, it's me." Ford called out to you, his six-fingered hands reaching around himself, laying his things down. "Show yourself, вы." Though his voice was strict, there was a hidden weakness to it, like he was worried you'd gotten bored of him- or already had.
"Give me a sign, for Christ's sake, вы. Don't toy with me."
