[He breathes in, breathes out. Okay. Dial it back a little. His fangs actually flipped down there and he doesn't plan to bite Ford, he doesn't, he's just -- he's so angry. He's been so angry and he's forced it down for so long but now here it is, all bubbling up, and the more he talks the more angry he remembers he is.

But he doesn't want to hurt Ford. He doesn't. So he swallows some of his anger back and makes sure his fangs are safely tucked up against the roof of his mouth before he continues.]

And I gave you a second chance here, even against my better judgement, because I honestly thought our friendship might have meant more to you than you acted like it did. And y'know what you said, when I asked you where you thought I was in your time? You said you thought I was probably dead. You hadn't even bothered to check. You had somethin' 'more important' to care about, you said. Like findin' out whether your best friend survived what you did to him wasn't on your list of priorities. Like maybe gettin' him through the apocalypse you caused wasn't the least you could do.