When Stan sticks his tongue out like that, shows off the bloody aftermath of God knows what, Ford can't help but remember the time when they were eight, and Stan had found a dead raccoon on the side of the road, completely flattened in the middle. He had dragged Ford down to see it, because what eight year old kid wouldn't.
Apparently that's gonna be a life-long trend for his brother, showing him things that both disgust him and break his heart at the same time.
Ford looks away abruptly, swallows hard, and tries to ignore the way he can almost taste copper on the back of his tongue, there's so much blood in the air of this stupid, cramped cabin.
"Right, yeah, okay." He opens the door a little too quickly, shuts it a little too hard, and practically sprints into the gas station.
He tries not to make it obvious that he's keeping an eye on the car, but if Stan cares to look in the windows he'll be able to see the nervous, anxious looks being shot his way every -oh, five seconds or so.
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Apparently that's gonna be a life-long trend for his brother, showing him things that both disgust him and break his heart at the same time.
Ford looks away abruptly, swallows hard, and tries to ignore the way he can almost taste copper on the back of his tongue, there's so much blood in the air of this stupid, cramped cabin.
"Right, yeah, okay." He opens the door a little too quickly, shuts it a little too hard, and practically sprints into the gas station.
He tries not to make it obvious that he's keeping an eye on the car, but if Stan cares to look in the windows he'll be able to see the nervous, anxious looks being shot his way every -oh, five seconds or so.