You're welcome to join me here. We can talk in the library.
[ Stanford's home is not, he thinks, terribly ideal for sitting and having emotionally charged conversations. He'd be unsurprised to find the other Pines men listening in— Dipper seems very intent on his spying— and the couch-slash-bed does not make for elegant seating arrangements.
But then, the library is loaded in its own way, given the night they'd spent there together. He is not making things easy for himself if he intends to tell his story from that same chair, with the both of them pretending not to think of it. Stanford had agreed to the dinner date. They are approaching the point where it will be foolish and juvenile to pretend there is nothing here.
(They may have passed that point some time ago.)
In any case, this is an important conversation to have in a known, comfortable place. He is not cowardly enough to invent a new location simply to meet somewhere free of memory and romantic overtones.
[ The library... Ford doesn't dislike the library. He has excellent memories of time spent in the library, though that's kind of the problem. It had been a very quiet, relaxed, and (Ford finally allows himself to think the word) intimate evening evening that the two of them spent together. Now they're going back to that same place to have a different, very difficult, very personal conversation instead. And this is after Ford had, the day previous, agreed to a dinner date Friday evening.
The offer to meet at the pond instead is a kind one. Ford gives it significant conversation, even knowing that it involves standing out in the cold and the snow and that both of them would likely be dealing with the last dregs of their death flu. It might even be more appropriate than the library, considering that's where Ford had given Ozpin the portrait of his dead children. ]
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cryptograms) wrote2020-09-06 03:13 pm
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[ Stanford's home is not, he thinks, terribly ideal for sitting and having emotionally charged conversations. He'd be unsurprised to find the other Pines men listening in— Dipper seems very intent on his spying— and the couch-slash-bed does not make for elegant seating arrangements.
But then, the library is loaded in its own way, given the night they'd spent there together. He is not making things easy for himself if he intends to tell his story from that same chair, with the both of them pretending not to think of it. Stanford had agreed to the dinner date. They are approaching the point where it will be foolish and juvenile to pretend there is nothing here.
(They may have passed that point some time ago.)
In any case, this is an important conversation to have in a known, comfortable place. He is not cowardly enough to invent a new location simply to meet somewhere free of memory and romantic overtones.
But it comes close. ]
Or we can meet at the pond, if you prefer.
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The offer to meet at the pond instead is a kind one. Ford gives it significant conversation, even knowing that it involves standing out in the cold and the snow and that both of them would likely be dealing with the last dregs of their death flu. It might even be more appropriate than the library, considering that's where Ford had given Ozpin the portrait of his dead children. ]
The library would be best.
I'll see you tomorrow, Ozpin.