The reminder and unspoken question are both highly unwelcome. Ford falls still in the middle of buttoning down one of Ozpin's shirts, fingers lingering at one of the buttons for a moment. The skitter of panic is suddenly more of an uneasy wave, and Ford has to draw in a careful breath before he feels steady enough to reply.
"Do you remember in Deerington, when Sleepers would sometimes fall comatose and become wrapped up in a mucous-like webbing?"
His mind tries to latch onto the thought of how interesting it is that such a thing carried over, but he forces himself to stay on task.
"That happened to Dipper and Mabel earlier this month. I just need to make sure everything at the house is still okay."
He is very pointedly not asking, half because he doesn't intend to listen if told otherwise, and half because he does genuinely believe that Ozpin won't tell him otherwise. Even so, there's a sort of anxiety hanging over him as he explains. Even he he knows that Ozpin won't stop him, the knowledge that he could is still hanging over him.
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"Do you remember in Deerington, when Sleepers would sometimes fall comatose and become wrapped up in a mucous-like webbing?"
His mind tries to latch onto the thought of how interesting it is that such a thing carried over, but he forces himself to stay on task.
"That happened to Dipper and Mabel earlier this month. I just need to make sure everything at the house is still okay."
He is very pointedly not asking, half because he doesn't intend to listen if told otherwise, and half because he does genuinely believe that Ozpin won't tell him otherwise. Even so, there's a sort of anxiety hanging over him as he explains. Even he he knows that Ozpin won't stop him, the knowledge that he could is still hanging over him.