Ford had been vaguely hoping that Dorian Fisk might ignore his question entirely and let someone else solve it, which was silly now that he thought about it. Dorian worked in magical accidents and catastrophes, and this disappearing door was certainly one of the two; it was literally his job to fix things like this. All the same, the hair on the back of his neck stood up when the other man approached. It was ridiculous to expect that anything would happen here, in the Ministry break room, but the post office wasn't exactly a private place either, and he could certainly remember the feeling of having Fisk on top of him there, and the tension between them so thick one could cut it with a knife. Should he move away, just in case something happened that pushed the two of them too close? Would it be obvious what he was trying to avoid, if he did? Maybe not to everyone else in the break room, but certainly to Dorian.

His heart skipped a beat when the other man mentioned a practical joke, because the first thing that came to mind was that someone might find it funny to trap Dorian and Ford together, which would mean someone knew. Ford wasn't even sure he really knew what had happened between the two of them at the post office, but he certainly understood how mortifying it would have been to have a third party play witness to it. But he was being stupid — Dorian probably didn't mean a joke on them, just a joke generally speaking.

"Wasn't me," he added quickly, when the other man spoke. Another Fisk, which in any other circumstance would not have been remarkable (there were a lot of them, and most worked for the Ministry), but now had him paranoid all over again. Dorian wouldn't have said anything about him, about them, to his brother, would he? Ford hadn't said anything about this to Noble, and they were close — they shared nearly everything. But this was... different. It was new for Ford, which meant he was unwilling to spend much time even thinking about it and would rather have feigned a violent illness than tried to talk about it, but maybe Dorian had... more experience with Quidditch, and didn't have quite so many inhibitions about it as Ford did.

"D'you think it's just hidden, or that it's actually gone?" he asked, trying to force his mind to the problem of the door rather than obsessing over exactly how many inches remained began him and Dorian Fisk.