"He is a great guy. And you've got nothin' ta worry about from me. Pretty sure Ah'm not his type." Ford needed someone fun. Someone more like Andi from what she'd seen of their Wizgram conversations. He didn't need someone so... downtrodden. Like she did with Thorne, Rory just wanted good things for Ford. Even if that didn't include her.
And maybe that's just what it was. Submitting to the ache and pain and emptiness that came with agreeing to someone else’s happiness, even when it meant disregarding your own. Perhaps that was life's greatest tragedy: that those thoughts and emotions could be simultaneous - that such a thing was even possible. Rory didn't know, but it felt a lot like that, lately.
Still, the other woman wasn't wrong. There were feelings there, Rory was just terrified to try to unpack them. What did that say about her that she could end up growing (what she thought was) close to the twin brother of the man she was in love with? A man she'd never have?
It wasn't that Ford was a replacement by any means. Yes, they looked similar, but Ford was a completely different person and Rory liked that about him. She liked that he was caring and awkward and took his time with the people he liked. But she came with some interesting baggage... and Andi came with none.
"Treat him right. That's all I ask. He deserves tha best." And then, just because she didn't want to part on bad terms with the other woman (had enough of those, thanks) she smiled. "Evah fished before?"