"Don't make me anything else," Ford insists, very stubbornly. He's not going to take it. It doesn't just make him suspicious that he's having everything but the magical kitchen sink thrown at him. He's bristling because he's perfectly capable of handling this alone. He doesn't need help from Bill to keep himself from getting killed the same way twice. He holds up both his hands and pushes them in Bill's direction, a gesture for stop, enough. "I've got it. I'm good."
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Date: 2018-07-13 12:45 am (UTC)