[For whatever it's worth, Qrow does not beat around the bush, at least. Once the window is opened, he flies inside and shifts back into a person before even searching for a perch of any kind.
It's only once he sees the tissues and medicine boxes and gets a proper look at Ford's face that it clicks for him that Ford had died too. The realization that he's back when Oz is not sends a creeping spike of cold up his spine. It only makes what he's come here to tell Ford all the more likely. He breaks eye contact almost immediately, staring between the blankets and the tv and hesitating. Telling him now feels rather like kicking a man while he's down, but Qrow tries to remind himself it would only be worse the longer he puts it off.
He takes a deep breath, running a hand through his hair, as he almost seems to squirm in place. There's almost a thread of guilt to his features, here.]
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It's only once he sees the tissues and medicine boxes and gets a proper look at Ford's face that it clicks for him that Ford had died too. The realization that he's back when Oz is not sends a creeping spike of cold up his spine. It only makes what he's come here to tell Ford all the more likely. He breaks eye contact almost immediately, staring between the blankets and the tv and hesitating. Telling him now feels rather like kicking a man while he's down, but Qrow tries to remind himself it would only be worse the longer he puts it off.
He takes a deep breath, running a hand through his hair, as he almost seems to squirm in place. There's almost a thread of guilt to his features, here.]
Listen, I've got to talk to you. It's about Oz.