[Honestly he did expect a comment about the color. It's surprising, but pleasantly so, that Ford has managed to pay him a compliment without it coming out like an insult.]
I figure if this is my home now then I'd like it to be homey. It's getting there. You come across any secondhand rugs without too many blood stains, you let me know.
[He walks back across the room but does not actually sit. For some reason it still feels weird, having Ford in his space, like it's normal. Just a friendly visit. Between friends.
Quick. Fill the air with something before the silence gets uncomfortable.]
Your, uh. Your present's on the table.
[It's small, easily held in one hand, and wrapped in simple brown paper and tied with red yarn. Nothing fancy. He can't imagine how hard he'd have had to search to find chintzy patterned wrapping paper in this place, much less anything appropriate for a holiday that doesn't exist here.]
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[Honestly he did expect a comment about the color. It's surprising, but pleasantly so, that Ford has managed to pay him a compliment without it coming out like an insult.]
I figure if this is my home now then I'd like it to be homey. It's getting there. You come across any secondhand rugs without too many blood stains, you let me know.
[He walks back across the room but does not actually sit. For some reason it still feels weird, having Ford in his space, like it's normal. Just a friendly visit. Between friends.
Quick. Fill the air with something before the silence gets uncomfortable.]
Your, uh. Your present's on the table.
[It's small, easily held in one hand, and wrapped in simple brown paper and tied with red yarn. Nothing fancy. He can't imagine how hard he'd have had to search to find chintzy patterned wrapping paper in this place, much less anything appropriate for a holiday that doesn't exist here.]