Bill shouldn't have dragged Ford into any of this but - it didn't feel right without him. Didn't feel right not to finish what they started, what two chance accidents interrupted years ago. They're bringing full-circle a refrain they've been repeating, been stuck in, since before either of them had even heard of the Barge.
There's closure in this for Bill. A musical phrase he can finally cap off the last notes on, and move on to something new.
And with a new... friend? Minion? No, neither of those feel exactly right. Ford is - is-
Its hard to think like this. He'll figure it out later.
A small, satisfied sound leaks out of Bill and he turns into the kiss, changing the angle. The vine of his arm starts absently winding around Ford's hand in curls and coils.
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Date: 2019-06-02 10:49 pm (UTC)There's closure in this for Bill. A musical phrase he can finally cap off the last notes on, and move on to something new.
And with a new... friend? Minion? No, neither of those feel exactly right. Ford is - is-
Its hard to think like this. He'll figure it out later.
A small, satisfied sound leaks out of Bill and he turns into the kiss, changing the angle. The vine of his arm starts absently winding around Ford's hand in curls and coils.