[ Qrow's timing is very fortunate; he catches Ford in a moment where he's not only awake, not only lucid, but also sitting upright. He still looks like hell, and there's still plenty of signs that he's sick - his hair is a mess, his pajamas are rumpled, there's a nest of blankets on his couch-slash-bed, there are stacks of cold medicine boxes on his end table, and his wastebasket is occupied entirely with tissues - but he's at least sitting under his own power and working his way some random sci-fi series or another, even if he's barely retaining the words.
He's not expecting a visit from Qrow. He's not expecting a visit from anyone in Ozpin's circle, actually. Still, he considers Qrow a friend, so when Ford looks up and recognizes him, he doesn't hesitate to get to his feet. He's not sure what exactly he's expecting, but he's not about to leave Qrow out in the cold. He crosses to the window and pushes it open. ]
Qrow...?
[ Ford's voice comes out very, very raw and creaky, and he grimaces when attempting to speak ends up being pretty painful, actually. He'll let Qrow do most of the talking, he thinks. ]
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He's not expecting a visit from Qrow. He's not expecting a visit from anyone in Ozpin's circle, actually. Still, he considers Qrow a friend, so when Ford looks up and recognizes him, he doesn't hesitate to get to his feet. He's not sure what exactly he's expecting, but he's not about to leave Qrow out in the cold. He crosses to the window and pushes it open. ]
Qrow...?
[ Ford's voice comes out very, very raw and creaky, and he grimaces when attempting to speak ends up being pretty painful, actually. He'll let Qrow do most of the talking, he thinks. ]