No, no. Ever since I showed up here you've done nothin' but try and do right by me no matter how nasty I am to you. It's made it awful hard to keep my distance and remember I'm not supposed to trust you and that's the trouble.
[But he does trust Ford, is the thing. He trusts that Ford will always be Ford, for better or worse. He's obnoxious, short-sighted, stubborn, sure. But he's also earnest, enthusiastic, endlessly curious. Fiddleford doesn't know entirely what happened in the thirty years between them, beyond Ford doing a lot of traveling and self-discovery, but apparently somewhere in there he discovered how to mellow out. Just a little. Just enough that he isn't the Ford that Fiddleford warned himself not to trust, not really, and that's called the whole thing into question.
He lets out a gusty, frustrated sigh.]
I give up. I'm throwin' in the towel. I can't stop bein' your friend no matter how hard I try so I reckon we're just stuck with each other.
Don't ever tell me what you did. I don't want to know. Just don't do it again.
[ It probably says something that Ford genuinely had not realized Fiddleford was intentionally being nasty to him. He'd noticed him being cranky, sure, but Fiddleford is not someone Ford would call slow to anger, or shy about expressing his opinion, or anything that might indicate he's a timid man. Especially not in a place that could be as stressful as Trench. 'Short-sighted' indeed.
He's not entirely sure how he feels about the idea that Fiddleford was actively trying to avoid being his friend, however. It hurts, of course, to realize that he was that close to losing Fiddleford's friendship. It also annoys him, to know that Fiddleford was content to just let things fizzle out, as he seemed to think they would, without even telling Ford first. It also confuses him, because Ford himself has never been someone that has had issues abruptly and violently cutting off people he's decided have wronged him.
But at least when he thinks about it that way it, the fact that Fiddleford didn't just cut him off is such a relief it does a lot to temper his annoyance. Which means that even though Fiddleford's continued desire to not know the details of the accident is baffling, he'll indulge it for now. ]
I can't think of a reason you would need to know right now, so I won't tell you - but I can assure you, that's a mistake I have no intention of repeating.
[On Fiddleford's end he can't imagine why the details would do him any good. He already knows it was bad, and he knows he wanted to forget it once, and he assumes if he finds out what it was he'll just want to erase it again. It would be a waste of time. And the very small selfish part of him that does want his best friend back doesn't want to know in case it destroys this (from his perspective) very tenuous connection they're rebuilding.
A lot of the tension leaves him. Not all of it, because at this point he doesn't think he can fully stop being tense, but it still feels as though a weight's been taken off his shoulders.]
Good. You're all I've got from... before, now. I don't want to lose that.
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No, no. Ever since I showed up here you've done nothin' but try and do right by me no matter how nasty I am to you. It's made it awful hard to keep my distance and remember I'm not supposed to trust you and that's the trouble.
[But he does trust Ford, is the thing. He trusts that Ford will always be Ford, for better or worse. He's obnoxious, short-sighted, stubborn, sure. But he's also earnest, enthusiastic, endlessly curious. Fiddleford doesn't know entirely what happened in the thirty years between them, beyond Ford doing a lot of traveling and self-discovery, but apparently somewhere in there he discovered how to mellow out. Just a little. Just enough that he isn't the Ford that Fiddleford warned himself not to trust, not really, and that's called the whole thing into question.
He lets out a gusty, frustrated sigh.]
I give up. I'm throwin' in the towel. I can't stop bein' your friend no matter how hard I try so I reckon we're just stuck with each other.
Don't ever tell me what you did. I don't want to know. Just don't do it again.
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He's not entirely sure how he feels about the idea that Fiddleford was actively trying to avoid being his friend, however. It hurts, of course, to realize that he was that close to losing Fiddleford's friendship. It also annoys him, to know that Fiddleford was content to just let things fizzle out, as he seemed to think they would, without even telling Ford first. It also confuses him, because Ford himself has never been someone that has had issues abruptly and violently cutting off people he's decided have wronged him.
But at least when he thinks about it that way it, the fact that Fiddleford didn't just cut him off is such a relief it does a lot to temper his annoyance. Which means that even though Fiddleford's continued desire to not know the details of the accident is baffling, he'll indulge it for now. ]
I can't think of a reason you would need to know right now, so I won't tell you - but I can assure you, that's a mistake I have no intention of repeating.
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A lot of the tension leaves him. Not all of it, because at this point he doesn't think he can fully stop being tense, but it still feels as though a weight's been taken off his shoulders.]
Good. You're all I've got from... before, now. I don't want to lose that.