[ Wow, that family dynamic sure is something. Ford would feel compelled to tell Qrow more about his own in the name of evening the score, except that he suspects Qrow would sooner dive out a window than be subjected to such an intimate conversation subject. It's something he'll be silently grateful for now and then, perhaps, address in more detail later.

Right now, the important thing is that Qrow's words help him orient his own thoughts. They don't exactly help, because Ford's problem is he doesn't have anyone that's even remotely as close to him as Stan and the kids were. ]

That was what we decided, too, when we left Deerington for Trench.

[ Ford takes a deep drink of his complimentary water before he continues. ]

Sorry. I asked because... I was on my own for thirty years. It didn't bother me at the time, and I thought I would be able to adjust after the kids went back to the sea, but...

[ He shakes his head, helpless. ]

Your letter made me realize I don't actually know how to be alone anymore.