[Fiddleford stops dead. Yes, they are in a dark tunnel and yes, they could at any moment get attacked by flesh-eating cave worms or whatever, but he has to stop to process this new information that just got dropped on him like a fucking grand piano in a Tom and Jerry cartoon.]
And he never mentioned -- That man spent hours givin' me a thorough rundown on every inconsequential little detail of this place he could think of and he never -- ugh.
[Was it hours? It felt like it. He remembers coming out of the sea and immediately getting a ton of information dropped on him that he barely absorbed, and between Ford and Dipper it hadn't really let up until he managed to get himself out of their combined presence. He closes his eyes and lets go of the harpoon gun with one hand so he can lift it and rub the bridge of his nose. He's going to get a headache. Ford Pines is going to give him a headache, again, and he's not even here.
It's hard to articulate why he's even annoyed. It's not like it's really any of his business, Ford's love life, but if they're friends then it feels like something Ford should share with him. Nevermind that he's been distant if not nasty to Ford for most of his time here. He has a good reason, he's sure, even if he doesn't remember entirely what it was. In his opinion it's on Ford to try and bridge the thirty year gap between them, and he's been doing a mediocre job of it so far.]
Doesn't surprise me it's complicated. Stanford never lets anythin' be simple. That man could get lost on the way from his bedroom to the kitchen. What'd he do?
[He is fully assuming the breakup was Ford's fault because. Because.]
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And he never mentioned -- That man spent hours givin' me a thorough rundown on every inconsequential little detail of this place he could think of and he never -- ugh.
[Was it hours? It felt like it. He remembers coming out of the sea and immediately getting a ton of information dropped on him that he barely absorbed, and between Ford and Dipper it hadn't really let up until he managed to get himself out of their combined presence. He closes his eyes and lets go of the harpoon gun with one hand so he can lift it and rub the bridge of his nose. He's going to get a headache. Ford Pines is going to give him a headache, again, and he's not even here.
It's hard to articulate why he's even annoyed. It's not like it's really any of his business, Ford's love life, but if they're friends then it feels like something Ford should share with him. Nevermind that he's been distant if not nasty to Ford for most of his time here. He has a good reason, he's sure, even if he doesn't remember entirely what it was. In his opinion it's on Ford to try and bridge the thirty year gap between them, and he's been doing a mediocre job of it so far.]
Doesn't surprise me it's complicated. Stanford never lets anythin' be simple. That man could get lost on the way from his bedroom to the kitchen. What'd he do?
[He is fully assuming the breakup was Ford's fault because. Because.]