He couldn't imagine getting onto Ford's bed covered in ash or with his shoes on, so Cash toed out of his shoes and dropped his peacoat atop them before sitting by the headboard. He brought his knees up towards his chest, and wrapped his arms around them. He chewed on the inside of his lip while he tried to sort through his thoughts — there were things left to say, things he had to say, but they were all jumbled and his palms were sweaty at the thought of offering them up. He wiped his hands on the knees of his trousers. A beat had passed since Ford asked.

"Can you ask?" he asked.