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Ford tends to bounce his leg when he works, among other things. Sometimes he taps his fingers on his desk, or makes popping sounds with his mouth, or sometimes, when something goes well, he flaps his hands.
Ford is at his desk bouncing his leg, his heel tapping on the floor. He begins to hum a song that was stuck in his head from listening to the radio that morning. When Fiddleford walks in, he stops. He fights himself to keep his leg still and his mouth in check.
After a while though, he forgets. His foot starts tapping again and occasionally his mouth pops. He notices Fiddleford look up from his book in the corner of his eye. When he looks up, Fiddleford smiles at him before going back to his book. Ah, shit, I’m probably annoying him.
He stops the tapping and the popping again, trying to be more aware of his body. It lasts about ten minutes before he starts slightly rocking, forward and back, forward and back. As soon as he becomes aware of what he’s doing he stops, curling on himself, a little embarrassed. He notices Fiddleford looking at him again but doesn’t look back, trying to focus on his studies (to little success).
“Y’know,” he stops writing, “you don’t have to stop doing that. I don’t mind any.”
“Oh.. I didn’t want to bother you.” He meets Fiddleford’s eyes. There’s a reassuring smile on his face.
“Really, it doesn’t bother me. It seems like it helps you focus.” Ford smiles back.
“Yeah, I guess it does.” Ford lets his leg start bouncing again.