[Well now. That first part hurts a little - more than a little, honesty, but Fiddleford's entitled to say it. The way Ford figures, he probably had it coming.]

[Cracking a small, uneven smile, Ford shrugs his shoulders in a way that seems just a little too casual before his hands move to bury themselves in the front pocket of his hoodie.]

Looks like I drew the short straw, huh?

[He wishes he had something funnier to say than that, something that would inject some levity into this decidedly not-happy reunion, but he's drawing a blank. He's never been good with words, particularly in saying the right ones at the right time. He doesn't know why he thought now might be any different.]

Well, seeing how I'm already here...

[He pauses, unsure how to word his proposal.]

You can always give your Ford a piece of your mind he ever shows up here, but until then.

[He spreads his arms a bit, then gestures towards himself with an awkward, lopsided smile.]

Why put off for tomorrow what you can do today?