[He can't. He can't handle this right now, can't field Bill's emotions and his own, can't listen to Bill talk about how he's never had a feeling that wasn't a joke and then turn around and say he liked who he was pretending to be better than who he is.
The multiverse can take care of itself for a while. Even if Ford could -- even if he had the emotional bandwidth to help here -- he doesn't trust himself not to make yet another colossal social mistake. He shakes his head and stands up, looking down at Bill perched on the chair. His mind's made up. He's got to go.]
You're going to have to figure this one out on your own, I'm afraid.
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The multiverse can take care of itself for a while. Even if Ford could -- even if he had the emotional bandwidth to help here -- he doesn't trust himself not to make yet another colossal social mistake. He shakes his head and stands up, looking down at Bill perched on the chair. His mind's made up. He's got to go.]
You're going to have to figure this one out on your own, I'm afraid.