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Stanford Pines ([personal profile] sixfingerednerd) wrote in [personal profile] goodguygrifter 2016-10-13 05:11 am (UTC)

"Mm. Well, I don't know about just one." It's funny, he meant for that to be a joke, a little teasing jab just for the heck of it, but he actually sounds...well, not hopeful, exactly, but something distantly related, something a few steps back and to the left.

Speculative. Yeah, that's a good word for it. He sounds like he's thinking real hard about something, like he's considering a new theory, or working on an unfamiliar equation, turning it around and around inside his head to get a better feel for it. He looks like he's thinking real hard about something too, but unless Stan decides to be the first to let go just so he can get a look at the thoughtful expression on his brother's face, he's just gonna have to picture it.

Not that that should be too hard for him. Ford still emotes the same way he did back in high-school - brows furrowed, one corner of his mouth pulled back in a quasi-grimace because if there's one thing Ford Pines can't stand, its not having the answers he wants, when he wants them.

Here he was, thinking he knew how things were going to end, thinking there was no way he was going to come out on top. He had resigned himself to it, the idea that he was damned no matter what, that there was simply nothing he could do. And you know, he's still not completely convinced he was wrong about that. There's nothing he can do against Bill, nothing he hasn't already tried or thought to try, at least - but he's not the only one trying anymore.

He's not sure how much of a difference it's going to make, if any at all, but it's something. It's a chance. A ghost of a chance, maybe, but its still more of one than he had before - and God willing, it might just be enough to get them through this.

"That's aiming a little low, isn't it? If we're going to shoot, we might as well shoot for the stars."

It hurts a little, trying to be optimistic. It feels like stretching a sore muscle, like he's taxing some untraceable part of him that's long since rusted over from disuse. He's gonna have to get used to that. If Stanley's going to stick with him for the long haul, the least he can do is try to convince them both they've got at least a snowball's chance in hell.

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