He realized who it was that he'd spilled water on right as the man responded. Ford's cheeks colored red and his hand momentarily froze on the other man's jacket, still pressing the handkerchief up against the damp spot. The tone that Mr. Fisk responded in did little to lessen his mortification; he couldn't place it exactly, but it might have been teasing. He was not particularly interested in being teased by Mr. Fisk or at the very least, not this Mr. Fisk.
"I, ah —" he started, before realizing that his hand had lingered a few seconds too long on the other man's lapel. He hurriedly pulled his handkerchief back and shoved it, still damp, into his pocket. "I — sorry. I didn't see you. And I wouldn't have poured water on you even if I had," he mumbled, before realizing that was a bizarre and rather stupid thing to say. He was too tired for this conversation. He was too tired to be at work today in general, and he certainly wasn't going to weather this potential minefield of a conversation very well.
"I, ah —" he started, before realizing that his hand had lingered a few seconds too long on the other man's lapel. He hurriedly pulled his handkerchief back and shoved it, still damp, into his pocket. "I — sorry. I didn't see you. And I wouldn't have poured water on you even if I had," he mumbled, before realizing that was a bizarre and rather stupid thing to say. He was too tired for this conversation. He was too tired to be at work today in general, and he certainly wasn't going to weather this potential minefield of a conversation very well.
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