[True.]
FOR SOMEONE HUNG UP ON WHAT'S TRUE AND WHAT'S A LIE, YOU'RE REALLY GOING ALL-IN ON THIS SUDDEN IMPULSE TO CONNECT. THEY'RE EXPLOITING HOW EASY IT IS TO WIN YOU OVER, YA KNOW. BUT ARE THEY GONNA STAY FOR THIRTY YEARS? OR HAVE YOU NEVER HAD ANYBODY BESIDES ME STAY THAT LONG, BECAUSE YOU REPLACED THEM WITH SOMETHING NEW AND EXCITING?
[Both true and designed to twist and manipulate what's actually happening, which is Ford getting out of a frankly horribly abusive interpersonal connection. You can't even reasonably call this a friendship, since neither of them are pretending to like each other.]
I BROKE YOUR DEAL. I CAN'T UN-HURT ANYBODY. THAT'S ALL I GOT. CONSIDER ME GONE.
[True. He sounds bitter this time. He actually has no idea if Ford's going to regret this but he needs to cut his losses like he should have way earlier on. He's really good at predicting that people don't give a damn. It becomes a self-fulfulling prophecy. Most prophecies are.]
But, he doesn't get the misunderstanding, and the next part's more important anyway. Bill's expression pinches; his brow folds to a stressed little peak in the middle. If Ford was any good, he'd already have the answer just from this, but -
Ford's no good. That's one of the reasons Bill can just relax around him, because Ford CAN surprise Bill, sometimes, but Bill still doesn't need to be actually careful the way he would around, say, Erskine, or Cold. He can afford to telegraph a little. It's safe. (Alright, maybe that's a little far. SafER. Bill is ultimately not worried about anything Ford could do to him.)]
YES.
[Ring flashes. Lie. Bill's expression twists even more.]
IT'S ...SOMETHING YOU WANTED, AND I COULD DO IT.
LIKE I SAID. I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT YOU WANT OUT OF ME ANY MORE.
[True.]
[True.
It is incompatible. Ford wants him gone, maybe dead. Bill would like himself not gone and has taken great pains to ensure that he is not dead.
The actually, genuinely good thing to do here would be to leave Ford the fuck alone and let him be happy in his own life, without Bill. And not make performative gestures to demand his attention.
Bill is not a good person.]
YOU'RE WELCOME.
... THAT'S WEIRD TO NOT BE THANKED SARCASTICALLY!
[True!
"""""Thanks"""""" for stuffing socks into all the shower drains again, Bill.]
WHAT DO WE... DO NOW?
[This question also means: what are we?]
[ Which is really her concern, here. ]
[That is...one heck of a mess, Ford. Shiro's eyes widen as she follows him in. This room--she hasn't seen one like it in the Shack, exactly, but it looks close enough to it to make her feel a brief pang of--what is that? Not quite nostalgia, but something like it. Setting the package in her hands down on the couch and moving towards the mess, she reaches in and easily lifts one part of the metal contraption for easier examination. The substance of the inner barge is, of course, unmarked.]
You know, you could--ask maintenance. To help you put these up. Or your warden--they could ask the Admiral, normally, but I guess he can't do anything right now. Maintenance is probably a better idea.
[True. And now he has to... think.
He's been on the ship long enough that he can get a grip on the concept that if you like someone you want them to be happy. "You want what's good for them" and "An apology should be about the person you hurt, not yourself." blah blah blah.
Well, Bill doesn't want Ford to be happy. He wants Ford to be interested. From Ford's point of view, right now those things are mutually exclusive, and he'd rather be happy. So, the solution is easy in theory, difficult in practice: Bill has to just show him that he can have both.]
IF I WANTED TO GO WITH THAT, I WOULDN'T HAVE COME TO TALK TO YOU. BUT IF THAT'S ALL YOU CAN THINK OF ... I'LL DO IT.
[True.]
SO WHAT'S THAT LOOK LIKE?
...WANNA LOSE TO ME AT CHESS?
MY CHESS SET SCREAMS! I SHOWED YOU, BUT YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE HAVING A NIGHTMARE.
[true. it's supposed to do things other than scream, but bill is very mean to the tiny chess men.]
[Ford, he knows the contents of every book before it gets published. Have you ever seen him read a god damn book?]
WE COULD SIT CLOSER TOGETHER.
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So you got supplies, then? That's good. I think.
You haven't, uh... armed yourself with anything more lethal, have you?
Look Upon My Works, Ye Mighty, And Eat Shit]
YOU COULD READ AND I COULD WORK ON A PROJECT ACROSS THE ROOM WITH THE YOUNGER GUY I REPLACED YOU WITH! THEN IT DEFINITELY WOULDN'T BE WEIRD!
[God, leave Quentin out of this, Bill. He deserves better than this hideous tire fire.]
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