[Ford trusts that this won't end terribly, so he lets Bill take the glasses out of his hands.
He's still got the ultraviolet-sensing cones in his eyes from the breach two Februaries ago. Ford's got his glasses done so they block it out most of the time -- it's very distracting, even if it does warn him what not to touch on the ship -- but with them off, Bill is a very bright, colorful blur.
[Ford blinks owlishly at the Bill-blur. ?? Why did Bill react like--
--oh, right. Bill's attached to Ford's clothes, kind of. He was nostalgic about the trenchcoat Ford wore during Weirdmageddon. He doesn't really like permanent changes -- even if he's alright with suits, apparently.]
IT'S SUCH A PART OF YOUR FACE, YOU'VE HAD THEM FOREVER!
[Bill can't tell Ford is Ford when he has the wrong glasses and this is a proven fact. It's like when you put on a hat and your cat becomes afraid of you, only one time the cat died from it.]
[Ford's not assuming it's the glasses. His guess is it was the impressions: the whole performance had been flawless, because it had to be. And he knows the impressions bother Bill.]
Okay, I'll get ones that're in the same shape.
[One, he likes the shape, and likes wearing the same thing for years. And two, he doesn't want to cause, you know, distress, which seems to be happening here.]
...but Bill, how is me changing my glasses that different from wearing a suit and tie?
[Back to distress! Bill is gonna go try to cup Ford's very dusty face.]
YOU DON'T LOOK LIKE YOURSELF WITHOUT THEM! IT'S WEIRD, IT'S, YOU, AND YOUR FACE, AND YOUR EYES - I DON'T KNOW!
YOU AND STAN WEAR DIFFERENT OUTFITS, BUT THE GLASSES ALWAYS STAY! UNDERNEATH YOU'RE BOTH ALMOST THE SAME, WHICH MEANS NEITHER OF YOU HAS SOMETHING OF YOUR OWN EXCEPT THESE.
[Gonna go to wiggle em with his fingertips.
Ok stop...panicking... Probably he won't lose his ability to find Ford and recognize him with new glasses, probably, his voice is pretty distinct, the sweater is usually there...]
I'M NOT GOING TO STOP YOU IF YOU WANT TO CHANGE, BUT I LIKE...YOU! I LIKE YOUR FACE WITH THESE. YOU HAD A PAIR LIKE THIS WHEN I MET YOU.
[Oh. Ford's eyebrows draw up, and he lets Bill hold his face and wiggle his glasses.
Bill's lucky Ford's such a creature of habit. Ford likes to find things that work and stick with them for years and years. This glasses shape was inexpensive and felt appropriately academic, and he'll stick with it no matter what's in fashion.
He appreciates being told that Bill doesn't intend to stop him from changing. He also likes being told that Bill likes his face with these glasses. Ford appreciates nostalgia, and while the memories from Gravity Falls aren't exactly good, he's got enough distance now to get it.
It doesn't feel like flirting, it feels like Bill communicating wants and concerns. Bill's been particularly un-flirtatious this whole time, which Ford appreciates. It's been fairly easy, up until right now, to put the relationship they're on a break from out of his mind and just explore the moon with Bill. But the fact that Ford misses it strikes him in this moment like a lunar meteorite, impossible to ignore, at several hundred miles an hour. Bill's not doing anything wrong, but Ford's brain is going to become mush for a few seconds.]
[Oh, oops. Bill can feel Ford's face heating up. He lets go.]
WHOOPS. JUST FRIENDS.
[The arcane rules of Just Friends are a game to Bill with no real emotional meaning - if you ask him, Ford is still his boyfriend and will be until he dies. And Bill does not intend to let him die. He has never particularly needed Ford's input on this matter, although at this point he has at least some idea that he should keep these concepts to himself. If Ford prefers that Bill pretends that Bill is not boyfriending him right now, Bill is going to do that for him.
(Never mind that they've broken up before, and the only difference now is that it wasn't Bill's idea. He is dealing with this by being firmly lodged in denial, which does not respond to logic.)]
IT'S LIKE ME WITHOUT MY TIE! ...I GUESS YOU'VE SEEN ME WITHOUT MY TIE, THOUGH. WHAT ABOUT WITHOUT MY EYELASHES, THAT'D BE WEIRD! ...ALTHOUGH I GUESS I'M STILL THE ONLY BEING OF PURE ENERGY THAT'S A TRIANGLE THAT YOU KNOW.... BUT YOU KEEP YOUR GLASSES ON EVEN WHEN THE - !
[Wait. Bill waves this last sentence away. F r i e n d s]
[Ford backs off, turning away just a little bit, but not in an unfriendly way -- just enough so he's not facing Bill fully anymore. It is important to Ford not to be boyfriended while trust is still in question! That just doesn't mean he doesn't miss being boyfriended. Remember, Pines, you're holding out for respect, and not being someone Bill tries to control. And that's why you're not getting boyfriended right now, even if you'd really, really like to be.
He picks up one of the drinks and is about to take a sip when Bill drops the implication about situations in which Ford leaves his glasses on. His eyes go wide, and he chokes a little, face flushing. F r i e n d s ! He's gonna take this drink, and compose himself, and answer.]
Yes, I--I suppose I can see how it would be confusing, if there were another triangular being of pure energy who looked just like you, and the only difference was the eyelashes. It'd be weird, even if I knew it was really you, because you'd look just like the other guy!
Are you kidding? Stan is definitely the good twin.
[There's something key in Ford's tone when he says this. It's not him being self-deprecating. There's not an undertone of "I'm terrible and ruined everything." Ford's aware of his choices and regrets them, but isn't beating himself up about them, either. This is a joke.]
You're the Ford.
[A beat, as Ford remembers what the mirror Bill was like, and winces.]
...unless we're talking about the blue version, in which case, I really don't want to think about it.
[1 twin, justifying horrible things for goodness on a cosmic scale, and 1 twin full of fast-talk and lies? Oof. Maybe they shouldn't go down that rabbit hole.]
YOU'RE NOT LIKE HIM. YOU DIDN'T SEE WHAT HE'S LIKE INSIDE HIS HEAD, ALL HE THINKS ABOUT IS HOW PEOPLE SHOULD BE ADMIRING HIM. ...THE BLUE GUY, NOT STAN. I'VE BEEN IN STAN'S HEAD TWICE, BUT IT'S WEIRD IN THERE.
HE THOUGHT HE COULD GET OUT OF THE FACT THAT PEOPLE ARE BASICALLY HORRIBLE BY BEING NICE TO THEM, AND THEN WHEN EVERYONE DIDN'T FALL ALL OVER HIM EVEN THOUGH HE WAS NICE AND SMART AND MAGICAL, HE GOT REAAAAAALLY ANGRY AND RESENTFUL, AND KEPT IT ALL INSIDE EXCEPT FOR ENJOYING IT WHEN HE COULD MAKE PEOPLE FEEL BAD WITHOUT IT LOOKING LIKE HE WAS DOING IT ON PURPOSE.
[This with Bill's usual 'YOU'RE SCARED TO DEATH OF UNCERTAINTY!' bluntness, at about 100 miles per hour.]
HAHAHAHA, HE WAS MISERABLE. AND NOW HE'S DEAD! WELL, I'M DEAD TOO. EVEN MORE DEAD THAN ME!
[Bill draws a tombstone in the moon dust on the ground.]
DON'T THINK HE EVER EVEN WENT TO EARTH! SO HE COULDN'T HAVE BEEN FROM YOUR GUY'S UNIVERSE. PROBABLY IT WAS ALL FAKE. DID THE WATCHES SAY ANYTHING ABOUT IT?
All I got was that the mirror-planes we saw changing things were made from the same Barge as this one, just with different calibrations. The other Ford never made the watches, so....they stopped transmitting once the wearer was on the other side.
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[u need prisms in front of your eyes just to see things and thats funny]
HERE, HERE-
[Bill reaches for his glasses - he can get this off.]
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He's still got the ultraviolet-sensing cones in his eyes from the breach two Februaries ago. Ford's got his glasses done so they block it out most of the time -- it's very distracting, even if it does warn him what not to touch on the ship -- but with them off, Bill is a very bright, colorful blur.
Huh.
Ford looks out at the Earth.
Huh.]
Whoa. It looks -- different in ultraviolet.
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[Ford almost always has his glasses on, Bill has forgotten he had that.
He pops into the mindscape, then pops back out - pristine, not a speck of dust on him or the glasses. Hands them back.]
TA DAAAA. YOU SHOULD GET THAT LENS FIXED.
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...thank you.
I suppose I should. Next time we're in a port with modern eyewear, I'll replace it.
[They're not part of his character design anymore. There's not really a reason to go around with broken glasses, is there?]
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BUT THE SAME SHAPE, RIGHT?
[WITHHOLDING THE GLASSES FEARFULLY! Ford, don't change your face, he likes it!]
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--oh, right. Bill's attached to Ford's clothes, kind of. He was nostalgic about the trenchcoat Ford wore during Weirdmageddon. He doesn't really like permanent changes -- even if he's alright with suits, apparently.]
Well, I...I like this shape. So, yes. Probably.
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IT'S SUCH A PART OF YOUR FACE, YOU'VE HAD THEM FOREVER!
[Bill can't tell Ford is Ford when he has the wrong glasses and this is a proven fact. It's like when you put on a hat and your cat becomes afraid of you, only one time the cat died from it.]
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Okay, I'll get ones that're in the same shape.
[One, he likes the shape, and likes wearing the same thing for years. And two, he doesn't want to cause, you know, distress, which seems to be happening here.]
...but Bill, how is me changing my glasses that different from wearing a suit and tie?
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YOU DON'T LOOK LIKE YOURSELF WITHOUT THEM! IT'S WEIRD, IT'S, YOU, AND YOUR FACE, AND YOUR EYES - I DON'T KNOW!
YOU AND STAN WEAR DIFFERENT OUTFITS, BUT THE GLASSES ALWAYS STAY! UNDERNEATH YOU'RE BOTH ALMOST THE SAME, WHICH MEANS NEITHER OF YOU HAS SOMETHING OF YOUR OWN EXCEPT THESE.
[Gonna go to wiggle em with his fingertips.
Ok stop...panicking... Probably he won't lose his ability to find Ford and recognize him with new glasses, probably, his voice is pretty distinct, the sweater is usually there...]
I'M NOT GOING TO STOP YOU IF YOU WANT TO CHANGE, BUT I LIKE...YOU! I LIKE YOUR FACE WITH THESE. YOU HAD A PAIR LIKE THIS WHEN I MET YOU.
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Bill's lucky Ford's such a creature of habit. Ford likes to find things that work and stick with them for years and years. This glasses shape was inexpensive and felt appropriately academic, and he'll stick with it no matter what's in fashion.
He appreciates being told that Bill doesn't intend to stop him from changing. He also likes being told that Bill likes his face with these glasses. Ford appreciates nostalgia, and while the memories from Gravity Falls aren't exactly good, he's got enough distance now to get it.
It doesn't feel like flirting, it feels like Bill communicating wants and concerns. Bill's been particularly un-flirtatious this whole time, which Ford appreciates. It's been fairly easy, up until right now, to put the relationship they're on a break from out of his mind and just explore the moon with Bill. But the fact that Ford misses it strikes him in this moment like a lunar meteorite, impossible to ignore, at several hundred miles an hour. Bill's not doing anything wrong, but Ford's brain is going to become mush for a few seconds.]
Uh, I.
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WHOOPS. JUST FRIENDS.
[The arcane rules of Just Friends are a game to Bill with no real emotional meaning - if you ask him, Ford is still his boyfriend and will be until he dies. And Bill does not intend to let him die. He has never particularly needed Ford's input on this matter, although at this point he has at least some idea that he should keep these concepts to himself. If Ford prefers that Bill pretends that Bill is not boyfriending him right now, Bill is going to do that for him.
(Never mind that they've broken up before, and the only difference now is that it wasn't Bill's idea. He is dealing with this by being firmly lodged in denial, which does not respond to logic.)]
IT'S LIKE ME WITHOUT MY TIE! ...I GUESS YOU'VE SEEN ME WITHOUT MY TIE, THOUGH. WHAT ABOUT WITHOUT MY EYELASHES, THAT'D BE WEIRD! ...ALTHOUGH I GUESS I'M STILL THE ONLY BEING OF PURE ENERGY THAT'S A TRIANGLE THAT YOU KNOW.... BUT YOU KEEP YOUR GLASSES ON EVEN WHEN THE - !
[Wait. Bill waves this last sentence away. F r i e n d s]
YOU USUALLY HAVE EM! I'VE SEEN YOU SLEEP IN EM.
[Also with shoes, and a gun.]
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Right, right.
[Ford backs off, turning away just a little bit, but not in an unfriendly way -- just enough so he's not facing Bill fully anymore. It is important to Ford not to be boyfriended while trust is still in question! That just doesn't mean he doesn't miss being boyfriended. Remember, Pines, you're holding out for respect, and not being someone Bill tries to control. And that's why you're not getting boyfriended right now, even if you'd really, really like to be.
He picks up one of the drinks and is about to take a sip when Bill drops the implication about situations in which Ford leaves his glasses on. His eyes go wide, and he chokes a little, face flushing. F r i e n d s ! He's gonna take this drink, and compose himself, and answer.]
Yes, I--I suppose I can see how it would be confusing, if there were another triangular being of pure energy who looked just like you, and the only difference was the eyelashes. It'd be weird, even if I knew it was really you, because you'd look just like the other guy!
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IN A DIFFERENT WAY THAN YOU HATED ME?
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AM I THE EVIL TWIN?
[Did he just create a hypothetical person with no traits and that person was already better than Bill?]
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I think you have to be. This other triangle would have to work really hard to make me hate him more than I hated you.
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[Squinting into his drink.]
WAIT, WE JUST DID THIS. DURING THE MIRROR FLOOD! MY GOOD TWIN IS HORRIBLE, I'M BETTER THAN HIM.
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[There's something key in Ford's tone when he says this. It's not him being self-deprecating. There's not an undertone of "I'm terrible and ruined everything." Ford's aware of his choices and regrets them, but isn't beating himself up about them, either. This is a joke.]
You're the Ford.
[A beat, as Ford remembers what the mirror Bill was like, and winces.]
...unless we're talking about the blue version, in which case, I really don't want to think about it.
[1 twin, justifying horrible things for goodness on a cosmic scale, and 1 twin full of fast-talk and lies? Oof. Maybe they shouldn't go down that rabbit hole.]
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[He would be mean. Bill would cry. Ford would never hear the end of it, ever, for months.]
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[This with Bill's usual 'YOU'RE SCARED TO DEATH OF UNCERTAINTY!' bluntness, at about 100 miles per hour.]
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[S a r c a s m.]
Talk about taking the wrong approach on that boat.
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[Bill draws a tombstone in the moon dust on the ground.]
DON'T THINK HE EVER EVEN WENT TO EARTH! SO HE COULDN'T HAVE BEEN FROM YOUR GUY'S UNIVERSE. PROBABLY IT WAS ALL FAKE. DID THE WATCHES SAY ANYTHING ABOUT IT?
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All I got was that the mirror-planes we saw changing things were made from the same Barge as this one, just with different calibrations. The other Ford never made the watches, so....they stopped transmitting once the wearer was on the other side.
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