[ Ford actually manages to avoid working himself into a frenzy while he waits for an answer, but only because he throws himself into his death ray project with such single-minded focus that he's completely forgotten to worry about things like social interaction and basic human needs and the passage of time. He's a little delayed in getting back to the Fluid; only by about thirty minutes, but enough that he rushes to pick it up when he sees the message notification.
The explanation is so obvious that Ford feels like an absolute idiot for not considering it in the first place, even though he had no reason to think that a return home wouldn't register Ozpin's device as being completely disconnected from the network. Fortunately, he's too relieved for his embarrassment to stop him from sending a prompt reply. ]
It's alright. I'm glad it wasn't something worse.
[ Though when he sees the state Ozpin is in he might reassess the idea that it could be much worse. ]
There is. It's about another Sleeper that recently arrived.
We could meet at the cafe unless you prefer to talk somewhere else.
[ He seriously considers bowing to his injuries and inviting Ford to meet him at his home. Ozpin is tired, and Oscar is tired on top of it. The boy is still a fluffy little songbird, and if the shape is a comfort to him, Oz has no intention of shunting him back to his aching human self. He can acknowledge that they are currently in poor condition.
But October's aftermath had been worse, in many ways. And there is little to be done for damage to the face and ribs. He is not bedridden, and to have Stanford hovering awkwardly in the manor, after the way they'd last parted, is more than he is presently willing to bear. This is not a good time for reminders of intimacy.
Her voice still echoes in his ears, and her pitying smile, and the coolness of her hand against his (Oscar's) face. He is trying desperately not to think of it. So: they will go out. ]
I confess the experience has been rather strenuous, and it may be a few days before I am fully recovered. Still, I can meet briefly.
I will see you at the cafe.
[ Rather strenuous is a polite way to describe a face black with bruises, and the ginger, limping way he walks. But they will get to that in time. ]
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The explanation is so obvious that Ford feels like an absolute idiot for not considering it in the first place, even though he had no reason to think that a return home wouldn't register Ozpin's device as being completely disconnected from the network. Fortunately, he's too relieved for his embarrassment to stop him from sending a prompt reply. ]
It's alright. I'm glad it wasn't something worse.
[ Though when he sees the state Ozpin is in he might reassess the idea that it could be much worse. ]
There is. It's about another Sleeper that recently arrived.
We could meet at the cafe unless you prefer to talk somewhere else.
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But October's aftermath had been worse, in many ways. And there is little to be done for damage to the face and ribs. He is not bedridden, and to have Stanford hovering awkwardly in the manor, after the way they'd last parted, is more than he is presently willing to bear. This is not a good time for reminders of intimacy.
Her voice still echoes in his ears, and her pitying smile, and the coolness of her hand against his (Oscar's) face. He is trying desperately not to think of it. So: they will go out. ]
I confess the experience has been rather strenuous, and it may be a few days before I am fully recovered. Still, I can meet briefly.
I will see you at the cafe.
[ Rather strenuous is a polite way to describe a face black with bruises, and the ginger, limping way he walks. But they will get to that in time. ]