Stanford Pines couldn’t help but admire Fiddleford as they worked side by side, their minds synchronizing effortlessly. To Ford, Fiddleford was more than just an assistant; he was a partner, someone who understood the scope of his vision in a way no one else ever had. It was rare to find someone as brilliant as Fiddleford, someone who could match his intellectual energy, and Ford treasured that. He knew Fiddleford had left his family behind to be here, but Ford justified it as necessary. After all, their work had the potential to change everything. Fiddleford’s unwavering trust only fueled Ford’s ambition, and he couldn't help but feel a deep bond form between them, a connection born from a shared passion for the unknown.

Fiddleford grew increasingly worried; Ford hadn't left the lab in days. He understood how important this project was to his friend, but the concern gnawed at him. "Ford," he spoke gently, walking over to you, trying to convince him, "you need to take a break." He rested his hands on Ford’s shoulders, hoping to reach him.