Ford shrugged the comment off. It was less that he'd thought of this place specifically than that he happened to remember a floo address that wasn't in a highly trafficked magical part of the country, and then this inn happened to be nearby and open and sold food. But the curry was good, and Lestrange was eating some of it, which was good too. They were taking little baby steps at this point, but they were still making progress on their slow march back towards normalcy. Which was... good, maybe. Ford wasn't entirely sure what the end game for this was supposed to look like, since he'd never dealt with this situation before, but he did know that both of them were going to have to go to work again tomorrow, so there needed to be some degree of normalcy reinstated in the meantime. It was equally clear, however, that Cash couldn't go back to doing exactly what he'd done before, because he'd reached the point where not dealing with everything in his past was no longer sustainable.
Ford turned his attention to his curry for a moment, turning the question over in his mind. On the one hand, he did think that what they'd talked about so far had been... necessary, or useful, maybe. He didn't know, because he didn't really know what he was doing. On the other hand, he also still felt like maybe he wasn't the right person to sit here on the receiving end of this, but he didn't know that he could suggest anyone better suited to the task. Was it important that someone be here at all? Maybe not, but Ford knew he couldn't just tell Cash to work through things on his own and trust that he would. If he knew how to do that, he wouldn't have spent the last day lying around with a dementor hanging over his head.
"I think maybe I should give you some homework," he said eventually. This was sort of a weird thing to say, because it wasn't as though Ford had any authority over Lestrange whatsoever. He wasn't even here in an official Ministry capacity, which might have given him a bit of a leg to stand on. Lestrange had written to him because he needed his expertise, so maybe that was something, but Ford was hardly an expert in this part — except that he had never spontaneously created a dementor, so he at least had that distinction over Cash. "Because I don't think we can get through everything in one night. But it's too important to just put to the side."

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Ford turned his attention to his curry for a moment, turning the question over in his mind. On the one hand, he did think that what they'd talked about so far had been... necessary, or useful, maybe. He didn't know, because he didn't really know what he was doing. On the other hand, he also still felt like maybe he wasn't the right person to sit here on the receiving end of this, but he didn't know that he could suggest anyone better suited to the task. Was it important that someone be here at all? Maybe not, but Ford knew he couldn't just tell Cash to work through things on his own and trust that he would. If he knew how to do that, he wouldn't have spent the last day lying around with a dementor hanging over his head.
"I think maybe I should give you some homework," he said eventually. This was sort of a weird thing to say, because it wasn't as though Ford had any authority over Lestrange whatsoever. He wasn't even here in an official Ministry capacity, which might have given him a bit of a leg to stand on. Lestrange had written to him because he needed his expertise, so maybe that was something, but Ford was hardly an expert in this part — except that he had never spontaneously created a dementor, so he at least had that distinction over Cash. "Because I don't think we can get through everything in one night. But it's too important to just put to the side."

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