[ Oh boy. This letter is... a lot? Yeah, a lot. It's a lot, and Ford very strongly does consider following Qrow's advice and just burning the damn thing. It would certainly be more expedient and less agonizingly awkward than trying to respond. He should definitely burn it.
But... he doesn't. He sits on it instead, turning the words and the situation and the prospect of interacting with Ozpin normally again over in his head. He has to admit, there's something there in Qrow's words. He doesn't want there to be something there, but there is, and it gnaws away at him while he sits alone in his empty house, suddenly missing the sound of his family more fiercely than he has in months.
Qrow doesn't get a response to his letter for days. And then one day while he's out and about, be it as a crow or a human, he will hear a sharp whistle from maybe half a block away - and in case that's too easy to dismiss, it's followed up with: ]
Qrow!
[ And there's Ford Pines, looking like he's trying very hard to not look grim. ]
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But... he doesn't. He sits on it instead, turning the words and the situation and the prospect of interacting with Ozpin normally again over in his head. He has to admit, there's something there in Qrow's words. He doesn't want there to be something there, but there is, and it gnaws away at him while he sits alone in his empty house, suddenly missing the sound of his family more fiercely than he has in months.
Qrow doesn't get a response to his letter for days. And then one day while he's out and about, be it as a crow or a human, he will hear a sharp whistle from maybe half a block away - and in case that's too easy to dismiss, it's followed up with: ]
Qrow!
[ And there's Ford Pines, looking like he's trying very hard to not look grim. ]