Bill watches Ford a lot, when he's thinking too hard and pacing around the lab a lot or writing away in that little book of his.

The human is always busy.

Sometimes Ford would talk to him, other times he would reframe with a look of concern on his face and this is something Bill doesn't really like. The man would stop talking to him and just recoil from their conversion all together if he asks too personal questions like, "Where is your friend? Is he your brother? He looks like you." Or ask why he has to stay locked up, even asked if the man was afraid of him.

Ford's silence answers his last question.

But today Bill watches Ford in silence, watching the man write on a couple of graph papers as he rest his cheek in the palm of his hand tiredly. He's been writing for hours now and looks exhausted but Ford just drinks his coffee and doesn't stop working. What he's working on, Bill has no clue and is too afraid to ask, afraid that Ford would just get up and leave if he bothers him too much.

Bill looks up towards the ceiling curiously, hearing the the new voices again and wonders who they belong to. They both sound younger than the rest of the normal voices he's used to hearing, they seem friendly but he knows Ford won't tell him if he asks about them. Probably get really nervous and leave him down here alone again, Bill looks back at the man and sees him starting to doze off.

His eyes are starting to get droopy but Ford sits up in his chair, popping his back and rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand.

"You should go lay down, Fordsie." Bill tries getting the man's attention. Ford sets his hand down and looks at him with a tired expression. "Humans need sleep in order to function, you won't be able to get anything done if you're too tired to think."

"You're starting to sound like Stan." Ford yawns and Bill blinks at him.

"Stan? Is that the other man's name?" Bill asks, curiously and Ford lets out a breath, rubbing his face. Ford pushes his chair back to get to his feet and at this, Bill waves his hands frantically. "Hey! You don't have to leave, I won't ask about him again. Promise!"

Ford leans on the table and stares at him, no, more like he was studying him. Bill floats up to the glass, wanting it to disappear desperately and be closer to the other. Bill doesn't want Ford to leave, he just wants to talk to him but it always seems like he says something wrong and upset the human.

"You can't blame me for asking questions, I'm always stuck in here and I'm bored." Bill lets his hands drop from the glass with a pout. "And you always leave and go upstairs, I hear you talking to others and enjoying their company but you don't seem to enjoy mine."

"It's complicated, Bill." Ford responds with a sigh, leaning off the table to walking around towards his chamber. "You don't remember but there's a reason you have to stay down here, in there."

"But you won't tell me because you're afraid I'll remember and be that way again?" The dream demon rubs just under his eye, like he's thinking before looking back up to the man who was standing just on the other side of the glass. "...The way I was before, were we friends?"

"We were a very long time ago. At least, I thought we were but I found out you were just-" Ford frowns and turns away from him, looking angry. Bill waits for him to finish but Ford just shakes his head and walks away from him.

Ah, so he said too much again.

"I was bad and terrible before but I don't feel like that anymore, I can't even remember feeling like but I remember one thing though." Bill says, this gets the man's attention and he feels hopeful. "I remember being drawn to or at least wanting to be...close..."

Bill finds himself looking away from the man, his body changing color and turning a light pink. Ford raises a brow at the change, watching him closely and remains quiet.

"I know I probably did something really bad to you to make you not like me but I don't want anything from you, I just want to talk to you." Bill says quickly, looking back at him. "I like talking to you, watching you work and I just want to be your fri-"

"I can't trust you, Bill." Ford cuts him off coldly, crossing his arms and turns away from him again. "I did once before and it ended very badly for me, nearly ended the entire world."

Bill wants to argue with Ford and tell him he wouldn't hurt him, that he just wants to be his friend but...he doesn't know. Without his memories, Bill doesn't know what he was like before. Ford was probably right to not want to talk to him and he most like has every right to be locked away down here, maybe the isolation was his punishment?

"Stanford!" But it doesn't mean the dream demon won't try, he calls out for the man again just as he's about to leave again and Ford's hand pauses on the handle of the door. "I'm sorry, please don't leave. I don't want to be left down here all alone."

Ford doesn't turn to look at him but he doesn't move either, standing there thinking before sighing and letting his hand drop from the handle, watching Ford left his glasses and rub his eyes with his fingers.

"If you didn't have amnesia, you wouldn't be saying such things." Ford says, placing his glasses back on his face properly. "But we can't ever be friends again, it's too risky and for all I know, you're just trying to manipulate me to let you out."

"If me being in here makes you comfortable than I won't ask you to let me out." Bill shakes his entire body like someone shaking their head. "But please, talk to me. Tell me things, tell me how your day was or maybe...tell me about the two kids upstairs."

For a moment, Ford doesn't say anything at all and Bill begins to think he maybe asked to much, that maybe he's is just going to leave without another word but Ford turns around and...the look on his face is one of absolute dread.

"You can...h-hear the kids?" He asks, there's a tremble in his voice and Bill instantly regrets asking about them. The man starts mumbling to himself in a state of panic, running his hands through his hair.

"Hey! Hey!" Bill says, smacking the glass and this causes the man to freeze. "It's fine, Fordsie. I'm stuck in here, aren't I?"

"They can't know you're here." Ford says, mostly to himself. He forces himself to calm down with a deep breath. "I have to lock up the lab and go back upstairs, I can't have them coming down here."

"..."

"But I'll be back tomorrow." Ford tells him and opens the door, looking back towards him. "I'll tell you about this glowing stone we found in the woods today."

"...Night." Bill says softly as the man leaves, slouching and lowering himself to the floor of his cell. "...See you tomorrow."