[It's very funny that he's such a mess, and Bill snickers.
Learn about the cosmos? Eh. He already gathers so much information just by having his eyes...]
SERVES ME RIGHT, HUH? I THINK I CAN ANSWER YOUR QUESTION FROM BEFORE. YOU DIDN'T LOSE, I LOST. I LOST TWICE! HAHAH, AHAHAHA...
[This isn't right. This is making it about himself. This isn't how you apologise. But he can't stop, his mouth just keeps running.]
I CAN'T EVEN BE MAD AT YOU FOR KILLING ME. I'M THE ONE THAT STARTED IT. I CAN'T EVEN BE MAD AT YOU FOR THIS, BECAUSE YOU DID EVERYTHING RIGHT! I JUST FELL FOR MY OWN STUPID HYPE. LIKE I'VE EVER HAD AN EMOTION THAT WASN'T A SADISTIC JOKE!
[Bill doubles over again, laughing some more.]
AW, FORDSY.
[He goes still, looks up, eye watery from laughter.]
I LIKED PRETENDING. I LIKED WHO I WAS WITH YOU.
[Likes it a lot better than who it turns out he really is.]
[He can't. He can't handle this right now, can't field Bill's emotions and his own, can't listen to Bill talk about how he's never had a feeling that wasn't a joke and then turn around and say he liked who he was pretending to be better than who he is.
The multiverse can take care of itself for a while. Even if Ford could -- even if he had the emotional bandwidth to help here -- he doesn't trust himself not to make yet another colossal social mistake. He shakes his head and stands up, looking down at Bill perched on the chair. His mind's made up. He's got to go.]
You're going to have to figure this one out on your own, I'm afraid.
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[It's very funny that he's such a mess, and Bill snickers.
Learn about the cosmos? Eh. He already gathers so much information just by having his eyes...]
SERVES ME RIGHT, HUH? I THINK I CAN ANSWER YOUR QUESTION FROM BEFORE. YOU DIDN'T LOSE, I LOST. I LOST TWICE! HAHAH, AHAHAHA...
[This isn't right. This is making it about himself. This isn't how you apologise. But he can't stop, his mouth just keeps running.]
I CAN'T EVEN BE MAD AT YOU FOR KILLING ME. I'M THE ONE THAT STARTED IT. I CAN'T EVEN BE MAD AT YOU FOR THIS, BECAUSE YOU DID EVERYTHING RIGHT! I JUST FELL FOR MY OWN STUPID HYPE. LIKE I'VE EVER HAD AN EMOTION THAT WASN'T A SADISTIC JOKE!
[Bill doubles over again, laughing some more.]
AW, FORDSY.
[He goes still, looks up, eye watery from laughter.]
I LIKED PRETENDING. I LIKED WHO I WAS WITH YOU.
[Likes it a lot better than who it turns out he really is.]
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The multiverse can take care of itself for a while. Even if Ford could -- even if he had the emotional bandwidth to help here -- he doesn't trust himself not to make yet another colossal social mistake. He shakes his head and stands up, looking down at Bill perched on the chair. His mind's made up. He's got to go.]
You're going to have to figure this one out on your own, I'm afraid.
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[But it was nice while it lasted. Bill forces him a watery smile, floats upwards.]
IT'S YOUR PROGRAM! I'LL GO.
[Hang out and look at the stars a bit, it's cool.]
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Damn it.