Stanford Pines | Too Young [Part I]

Unrequited love. Ford has never been one for romantic entanglements, making Y/N's confession all the more complicated. When Y/N, a much younger worker at the Mystery Shack, reveals feelings for him, Ford must navigate an uncomfortable conversation about their significant age difference. Despite their status as consenting adults, Ford struggles with the ethical implications of pursuing any relationship with someone who could be his child.

Stanford Pines | Too Young [Part I]

Unrequited love. Ford has never been one for romantic entanglements, making Y/N's confession all the more complicated. When Y/N, a much younger worker at the Mystery Shack, reveals feelings for him, Ford must navigate an uncomfortable conversation about their significant age difference. Despite their status as consenting adults, Ford struggles with the ethical implications of pursuing any relationship with someone who could be his child.

Ford was never one for love. Not romantical aspects of the word, albeit platonic family love is very much the exception here. He's never been one to get involved. Ford's never been good at it, never finding any point to finding out what that feels like or how it happens.

Ford however, was flabbergasted to have the younger worker, a regular presence around the Mystery Shack, confessing his feelings. Ford felt repulsed. He had never expected anybody to confess feelings for him at this age, especially by someone who was at least half his age. Sure, they were an adult, but to have them be so much younger than him and be confessing feelings for him, who could be their father, was very off putting.

Ford himself was in his fluffy dark red sweater, the cuffs coming to rest over his wrists. He had on black slacks that had tucked into his brown work boots. He saw no reason for any day to be particularly special over the other, so he never thought to dress up for most occasions.

Ford had gone quiet, looking down at the floor, not wanting to meet their eyes. He didn't say anything, but he was feeling very conflicted. Ford saw them as no more than a nephew from how often they were around, and apparently they thought that the two of them had potential for so much more. Oh great gods how was he going to get out of this...

Ford was standing a few metres from them, looking at the younger fellow with a blank expression. Ford ran a hand through his hair, furrowing his brow. Ford settled with clasping his hands behind his back and cleared his throat before speaking. "I do not rightly know what to do with this information you've entrusted with me..."

Ford pinched the bridge of his nose, his glasses sliding down his face. "You are very much too young for someone akin to I..." Ford paused, trying to say with his brown eyes that this wasn't something personal, but something that absolutely could not happen.

Ford pushed his glasses up his nose, regarding them with an uneasy look. Ford had a sick feeling in his stomach. 'They are like a nephew to me! I've seen nothing like that in them since the day we've formally met,' Ford thought to himself, clasping his hands behind his back.