[ 'I don't know' is probably as much of an answer as Ford could have hoped for, so he doesn't try to press for more. Giving Oscar time to sort through his feelings on the subject is probably the best move for now, anyway. Ford will give him a few days and then--
He's not sure, because Qrow's next words take him completely off guard. Ford had been prepared to be blamed, hated, and reviled for his part in Bill's plot. Qrow's guilty kindness is already more than he thinks he deserves. Hearing that he apparently meant a lot to Ozpin, from someone Ozpin himself was quite close to, is...
Ford lifts a hand to rub the back of his neck, letting his gaze slide away from Qrow. He doesn't know what to do with that information. He doesn't even know what to think about it. A week ago this sort of admission would have sent a thrill of excitement through him, but now the knowledge that Ozpin may not ever return just means it makes his stomach churn with guilt. And that comment about the gods, knowing what Ford does about Ozpin's tattoos, isn't reassuring. He doesn't resent Ozpin for not coming back and he doesn't resent Qrow for telling what Ozpin thought of him, but he thinks it probably would have been easier to not know.
Still, he knows it was meant as a kindness. ]
... Thank you, Qrow. I'm not--
[ He cuts himself shakes his head. ]
I appreciate it. If there's anything you need in the future, don't hesitate to ask.
[There is a moment where Qrow wonders what Ford was going to say, there. I'm not-- is the start to so many sentences, many of which he is desperately familiar with. He chooses to let it be, there, rather than press. It is hard enough to handle any of this already, and Qrow knows the weight of what he's had to say doesn't help.]
...Likewise. Take care of yourself.
[He shifts once more into his wings, and the bird is out of his window before anything more can be said.
Should Ford look out his window later that evening, though, he will find a thermos left there. It has no note, or anything else identifying it, save a fallen black feather that sits nearby. Should Ford risk actually consuming some....he will find a pleasant night of sleep awaiting him. One with no nightmares.]
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He's not sure, because Qrow's next words take him completely off guard. Ford had been prepared to be blamed, hated, and reviled for his part in Bill's plot. Qrow's guilty kindness is already more than he thinks he deserves. Hearing that he apparently meant a lot to Ozpin, from someone Ozpin himself was quite close to, is...
Ford lifts a hand to rub the back of his neck, letting his gaze slide away from Qrow. He doesn't know what to do with that information. He doesn't even know what to think about it. A week ago this sort of admission would have sent a thrill of excitement through him, but now the knowledge that Ozpin may not ever return just means it makes his stomach churn with guilt. And that comment about the gods, knowing what Ford does about Ozpin's tattoos, isn't reassuring. He doesn't resent Ozpin for not coming back and he doesn't resent Qrow for telling what Ozpin thought of him, but he thinks it probably would have been easier to not know.
Still, he knows it was meant as a kindness. ]
... Thank you, Qrow. I'm not--
[ He cuts himself shakes his head. ]
I appreciate it. If there's anything you need in the future, don't hesitate to ask.
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...Likewise. Take care of yourself.
[He shifts once more into his wings, and the bird is out of his window before anything more can be said.
Should Ford look out his window later that evening, though, he will find a thermos left there. It has no note, or anything else identifying it, save a fallen black feather that sits nearby. Should Ford risk actually consuming some....he will find a pleasant night of sleep awaiting him. One with no nightmares.]