He sets to work pulling the cushions off and stacking them out of the way. As he does this, he starts to narrate.
"I can still hardly believe it myself. It took a long time for things to come to this. It's kind of ironic -- I trusted Bill less than anyone else on this ship! But I turned out to be the one of the few who could." Ford pulls the blanket off the back of the couch and folds it up. "I didn't know it at the time, but Bill Cipher has been interested in me for decades. The way he tells it, he's been flirting without me noticing for years! Apparently, he'd been expecting me to die shortly after the portal accident flung me into the multiverse, and when I didn't, that surprised him. For me it was life and death, a battle for the fate of the multiverse, but for him, it was a game -- and I became his favorite person to play against. Eventually, he realized he didn't want me to die -- though he would have killed me in a heartbeat if he thought I really had a chance of destroying him. He liked me, and he wanted to continue the game! Of course, the fact that I was obsessed with revenge against him helped. He was flattered! No one had cared that much about him before. I woke up every day thinking about how I could end the danger he posed to billions of galaxies, and in a twisted way, that sincere, obsessive hatred got to him."
Ford says all of this like it's completely normal.
"I had no idea, of course. Looking back, I can't believe I missed it!" He laughs.
"And you ... like him?" Laura asks slowly, entirely skeptical about this
whole thing. It sounds an awful lot to her like Bill is telling Ford
stories -- lies that flatter him, and sound entirely logical, to get him to
a point where he won't want to take that obsessive revenge against
Bill anymore. It sounds like Bill's acting solely out of self-preservation,
and if it means he's got to rope an old man into a relationship to do it,
so be it. It sounds ... awfully familiar, to Laura. "What ... do you
like about him? Romantically."
Ford finishes folding the blanket and holds it a moment as he thinks about that.
He's blushing. The energy here is both tired old man and middle schooler with a crush.
"There are a lot of things I like about him," Ford replies. "We make a good team. He has one of the most brilliant scientific minds I've ever encountered! He's very funny, when the punch lines aren't horrifying. But most of all...well, we have a lot of history," he goes on. "It's hard to explain what it feels like when someone you've known for that long doesn't have to be your enemy anymore. When they want to keep you around so much that they stop doing things that they know would drive you away. When they treat you like you can't be replaced."
He glances up and away, and in a more brisk and businesslike tone, adds, "Besides, triangles have always been my favorite shape."
In case, you know, there was any doubt that this was just intellectual attraction and Ford wasn't a mathfucking freak.
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He sets to work pulling the cushions off and stacking them out of the way. As he does this, he starts to narrate.
"I can still hardly believe it myself. It took a long time for things to come to this. It's kind of ironic -- I trusted Bill less than anyone else on this ship! But I turned out to be the one of the few who could." Ford pulls the blanket off the back of the couch and folds it up. "I didn't know it at the time, but Bill Cipher has been interested in me for decades. The way he tells it, he's been flirting without me noticing for years! Apparently, he'd been expecting me to die shortly after the portal accident flung me into the multiverse, and when I didn't, that surprised him. For me it was life and death, a battle for the fate of the multiverse, but for him, it was a game -- and I became his favorite person to play against. Eventually, he realized he didn't want me to die -- though he would have killed me in a heartbeat if he thought I really had a chance of destroying him. He liked me, and he wanted to continue the game! Of course, the fact that I was obsessed with revenge against him helped. He was flattered! No one had cared that much about him before. I woke up every day thinking about how I could end the danger he posed to billions of galaxies, and in a twisted way, that sincere, obsessive hatred got to him."
Ford says all of this like it's completely normal.
"I had no idea, of course. Looking back, I can't believe I missed it!" He laughs.
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"And you ... like him?" Laura asks slowly, entirely skeptical about this whole thing. It sounds an awful lot to her like Bill is telling Ford stories -- lies that flatter him, and sound entirely logical, to get him to a point where he won't want to take that obsessive revenge against Bill anymore. It sounds like Bill's acting solely out of self-preservation, and if it means he's got to rope an old man into a relationship to do it, so be it. It sounds ... awfully familiar, to Laura. "What ... do you like about him? Romantically."
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He's blushing. The energy here is both tired old man and middle schooler with a crush.
"There are a lot of things I like about him," Ford replies. "We make a good team. He has one of the most brilliant scientific minds I've ever encountered! He's very funny, when the punch lines aren't horrifying. But most of all...well, we have a lot of history," he goes on. "It's hard to explain what it feels like when someone you've known for that long doesn't have to be your enemy anymore. When they want to keep you around so much that they stop doing things that they know would drive you away. When they treat you like you can't be replaced."
He glances up and away, and in a more brisk and businesslike tone, adds, "Besides, triangles have always been my favorite shape."
In case, you know, there was any doubt that this was just intellectual attraction and Ford wasn't a mathfucking freak.