If he'd been concerned before, this really took it over the top — Noble leaned forward in his chair, eyes wide. There was something wrong with Ford and he didn't know what it was, and — and he wasn't sure how to keep this up if Ford was suddenly this much of a mess over some amorphous external thing Noble didn't know about.
(Oh, he realized. Oh. Was this how Ford had felt when Noble poisoned himself?)
"What?" Noble said, voice a little more sharp with concern than he would have liked, because — what was Ford getting into out there, when Noble was sitting around at home and wishing he hadn't burned bridges with the people he liked to talk to most?
(Oh, he realized. Oh. Was this how Ford had felt when Noble poisoned himself?)
"What?" Noble said, voice a little more sharp with concern than he would have liked, because — what was Ford getting into out there, when Noble was sitting around at home and wishing he hadn't burned bridges with the people he liked to talk to most?
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