The first clue is that Stanford Pines is being unusually helpful.

Ford is many things brilliant, stubborn, obsessive but subtle has never been one of them…

So when he starts carrying things with only one arm, positioning himself carefully whenever you enter a room, and finding increasingly ridiculous reasons not to remove his coat, you notice.

Ford, unfortunately, thinks he’s being clever.

He’s not.

“Are you injured?”

The question catches him completely off guard.

“What? No.”

You stare. Ford stares back.

The silence stretches.

“…You’re limping.”

“I am not.”

“You just limped.”

“It was a temporary imbalance.”