Ford's request gave Cash two ideas: hit him, or kiss him. Neither felt particularly good to him. He didn't want to hit Ford — and he mostly didn't want to kiss him, either. (And — well, what if anyone else here was remembering these little restarts? Cash couldn't risk it.)
But he couldn't do nothing; even if this all restarted again, he didn't like seeing Ford so desperate.
So an awkward beat passed before he stood on his toes to reach up and ruffle Ford's hair, until it was significantly mussed up. "There," he said, sounding uncertain.
But he couldn't do nothing; even if this all restarted again, he didn't like seeing Ford so desperate.
So an awkward beat passed before he stood on his toes to reach up and ruffle Ford's hair, until it was significantly mussed up. "There," he said, sounding uncertain.

MJ made this!