The other Fisk seemed to be on board with this plan (or did he just go along with anything? he'd been on board with Ford's suggestion that they just wait it out, too) so maybe it was fine? Ford still had his hesitations about it, but maybe that was just him being weird about this. He didn't want Dorian Fisk to go to any great lengths for his sake, and he'd especially not wanted him to get — agitated about it, as it seemed he had been earlier. But maybe he was just projecting how awkward and tense he felt about this, after the post office and the letter exchange. Maybe Fisk would have done this with or without him. Maybe he didn't like the feeling of being locked in a room. Maybe he just liked solving puzzles, and he'd keep at this one until he had fixed it. Maybe it had nothing to do with Ford and the fact that they were stuck in a room together at all.

"Alright," he said, holding out the knife handle towards Fisk. He still felt a little strange about this, but maybe that was just... because he was tense, and feeling strange about everything. Maybe it wasn't that weird. "Good luck," he said, as Fisk reached to take the knife. He started to look away, but then he was startled to feel Fisk's hand on his. It was probably just an accident, nothing more than a thumb brushing against the top of one of his fingers — reasonable, really, because the handle of the knife wasn't that big and there wasn't that much to grab on to. All the same, it sent an unexpected jolt through Ford. His breath caught in his throat and he pulled his hand back as though he'd been literally shocked by the contact — and in the process dropped the knife, which clattered loudly to the floor.