Ford watched the wand roll under the edge of the cabinet, and then before he could look back at Darrow to see how he'd reacted, his head was getting pulled backwards. Fuck! Darrow pulling his hair hurt, and though it was hardly the first thing Darrow had done to hurt him Ford had been able to anticipate the others. Even getting punched in the face hadn't been that bad, because he'd expected it, but this caught him entirely off guard and ow! When Darrow let go and shoved him away Ford was more disoriented than he would have expected. He reached up instinctively to put a hand on his head, except that his hands were still tied together and he couldn't do anything with them. He stumbled a few steps and tried to regain his balance. He couldn't see straight for a minute, and had to blink several times to try and bring Darrow back into focus.

"I'm going to help you," he said, raising his voice but only so that he could be heard over Darrow's breakdown. He wondered for a second if there was any chance Darrow might believe knocking his wand under the cabinet had been an accident, but decided against it. It wasn't as though they were helpless, the pair of them, because Darrow still had Ford's wand somewhere, but he wasn't going to point that out if the other man had forgotten about it. "I am. We'll get your ingredient. Just — just calm down. Breathe, alright? I'm going to help you."