[By now, Ford is aware of Fiddleford's presence, so the memories he finds will be a little more selective.
This book is a little difficult to open, but once Fiddleford pries the tome's pages apart he'll be treated to the sight of himself and Ford in their college days, each on their respective bed surrounded by books as they debate mathematics, trade jokes, and spend as much time laughing as they do running calculations. The feeling that accompanies this memory is one of deep fondness; the kind that makes you feel light as air and you can't help but smile.
Ford can't bring himself to say what he feels with words, so... it seems like a good opportunity to communicate it without risking their friendship. He cares about Fiddleford, very much, and he always will. Even if he's terrible at showing it.]
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This book is a little difficult to open, but once Fiddleford pries the tome's pages apart he'll be treated to the sight of himself and Ford in their college days, each on their respective bed surrounded by books as they debate mathematics, trade jokes, and spend as much time laughing as they do running calculations. The feeling that accompanies this memory is one of deep fondness; the kind that makes you feel light as air and you can't help but smile.
Ford can't bring himself to say what he feels with words, so... it seems like a good opportunity to communicate it without risking their friendship. He cares about Fiddleford, very much, and he always will. Even if he's terrible at showing it.]