Oh, no. Ford's brows draw up, and he crosses to Rose, putting a hand on her shoulder. He doesn't try to look at her face, he's just here. Here for her.

He waits there a moment, taking a long breath. "I don't know," he tells her, honestly. "But if it were me, and Stan said he never wanted me in his life again, I'd..." Sneak a tracking device into his body against his express wishes. Nope. No. That's the other Ford. Not this one. What this Ford would do is different. "...I'd just take it one day at a time. Even if it feels impossible. They might not forgive you at first. They may even not want to imagine the possibility! But that doesn't mean you have to give up on it ever happening, or stop trying to be a force for good in the universe.

"And," he adds, "if you need me, or anyone else on the ship, there's ways to get in touch. If you want help, or just someone to talk to."