-- he's barely even annoyed. He's kind of not. There's like the ghost of an annoyance that's haunting out of a sense of obligation.
"Well, that makes two of us," Ford replies. "On, uh...on all of that."
A thought occurs to him, and he laughs, small but warmer than the one before. "You know, I really thought that kissing you would be a bad idea because it'd make it harder for me to kill you," he says. "This was back when we were singing at each other. It looks like I didn't need to kiss you for that to be a problem!" Another laugh, at himself, at the whole situation.
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-- he's barely even annoyed. He's kind of not. There's like the ghost of an annoyance that's haunting out of a sense of obligation.
"Well, that makes two of us," Ford replies. "On, uh...on all of that."
A thought occurs to him, and he laughs, small but warmer than the one before. "You know, I really thought that kissing you would be a bad idea because it'd make it harder for me to kill you," he says. "This was back when we were singing at each other. It looks like I didn't need to kiss you for that to be a problem!" Another laugh, at himself, at the whole situation.