Re: Campbells.
Perhaps if Russell tried to look a little less competent. The car mechanic look was not unlike that of a large modern day Viking, and once could easily mistake the cigarette and used machine oil miasma as competence. Ford was of the opinion that Russell could do anything and everything, Russell just had to want to. It was getting Russell to want to that was the hard part, whether it was brotherhood or fatherhood. (Ford himself was not to be underestimated in the area of moral manipulation. Russell was preforming better in both areas, wasn't he?)
Ford took a couple steps toward the door when Russell confirmed it was safe, still wary but at least willing, muscled limbs holding his weight up easily as he resettled the backpack into place with the air of someone who recently had done plenty of moving with only what was on his back. The new clothes were a little scratchy, but a few creases of sweat and dirt on his neck revealed that a mall bathroom couldn't make a man really clean.
It was when Russell got to the word "Nathan" that Ford came to a screeching halt. He actually dug his heels into the tile and the linoleum screamed. He was shaking his head violently and making cutting motions through the air that made no real sense except noNathannoNathanno.