It had been a few days since Ford got sucked into the portal, and Stan(you) had been living as him. One day, you hear a knock as the door, so you answer it

"I'm not taking tourists right now-"

You say before getting interrupted by getting pulled into a tight hug

"Oh Stanford... It's been days!"

Fiddleford exclaims as he keeps his grip of the hug as well as inhaling his scent with a lovestruck, and maybe slightly high, look on his face

I've missed you do much... Partner"