[It's ironic, he thinks. Back in the early days in Deerington, when Ozpin had newly arrived, the situation had been similar--except Qrow had been the one trying to avoid him, back then. The town would keep pushing them together, with crisis after crisis, until they had no choice but to work their issues out.
Strange, to think of the role reversal; when he had been most at odds with Oz was when the man had first come to be friends with Ford. Qrow still remembers spying on some of those lunches, and Ford's fruitless efforts to capture him before the day he finally revealed himself. Qrow may have even resented him a little, in those earliest days, resented the comfortable ease between them when his own feelings were still a tangled mess of hurt and affection in nearly equal measures.
But it's because of that he can understand how Ford feels, to some extent -- even without the context of the whole story. Perhaps it is fitting for them to have this conversation now, just shy of a year since Qrow offered the final olive branch in rebuilding the bridge between them.
Qrow steps forward, closer to his side rather than several paces behind, and this is the moment of truth as it were, isn't it? The bridge will hold, or they both drown.]
It doesn't have to stay like that. [he ventures, carefully] It didn't for us.
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Strange, to think of the role reversal; when he had been most at odds with Oz was when the man had first come to be friends with Ford. Qrow still remembers spying on some of those lunches, and Ford's fruitless efforts to capture him before the day he finally revealed himself. Qrow may have even resented him a little, in those earliest days, resented the comfortable ease between them when his own feelings were still a tangled mess of hurt and affection in nearly equal measures.
But it's because of that he can understand how Ford feels, to some extent -- even without the context of the whole story. Perhaps it is fitting for them to have this conversation now, just shy of a year since Qrow offered the final olive branch in rebuilding the bridge between them.
Qrow steps forward, closer to his side rather than several paces behind, and this is the moment of truth as it were, isn't it? The bridge will hold, or they both drown.]
It doesn't have to stay like that. [he ventures, carefully] It didn't for us.