He settles into the chair, facing the bed. Ford is frankly braced for a talking-to: a firm reminder that breaches are not part of their reality and that he is to pretend the breach never happened. He's ready for it, and it won't be precisely what his breach-self had been worried would happen gradually as Taura grew up and drifted away, and then, Taura tells him he was a good parent.
The resolute reply Ford had prepared, the assurance that he won't make it weird and will leave her alone, vanishes. His face turns from ready to agree to surprised; the wind goes right out of his sails.
"Oh," he says. "I, uh -- thank you."
He thinks? That that's right? How you respond to being told you were a good parent?
"I thought you were going to tell me not to have anything to do with you."
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Date: 2019-11-04 07:59 pm (UTC)The resolute reply Ford had prepared, the assurance that he won't make it weird and will leave her alone, vanishes. His face turns from ready to agree to surprised; the wind goes right out of his sails.
"Oh," he says. "I, uh -- thank you."
He thinks? That that's right? How you respond to being told you were a good parent?
"I thought you were going to tell me not to have anything to do with you."