That first part throws him a little, sends him on a bit of a loop, but before he can stew too long in his own confusion Stanley goes and smooths things over, turns his slip of the tongue into a joke. (Or so Ford very generously calls it.)
His quietly puzzled look is quick to turn back into a smile, this one a little quieter than the one that preceded it.
"I'll try not to make it a habit." He replies dryly, before reaching out to hook Stan's fingers with his own.
It's strange, in a nice sort of way, how naturally their hands seem to fit together even after all these years. Sure, they've both got a few new calluses in unfamiliar places, and Ford's got the odd scar or two from various Fantastic Beasts that did not appreciate being found, but for the most part the gesture feels the same as it always has.
Just as he was the one to initiate it, Ford is also the one who pulls his hand back first - but not before jerking his hand every which way, dragging Stan's along for the ride in a completely necessary and not at all childish joy ride through the space between them.
Look, he doesn't make the rules, he just follows them.
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His quietly puzzled look is quick to turn back into a smile, this one a little quieter than the one that preceded it.
"I'll try not to make it a habit." He replies dryly, before reaching out to hook Stan's fingers with his own.
It's strange, in a nice sort of way, how naturally their hands seem to fit together even after all these years. Sure, they've both got a few new calluses in unfamiliar places, and Ford's got the odd scar or two from various Fantastic Beasts that did not appreciate being found, but for the most part the gesture feels the same as it always has.
Just as he was the one to initiate it, Ford is also the one who pulls his hand back first - but not before jerking his hand every which way, dragging Stan's along for the ride in a completely necessary and not at all childish joy ride through the space between them.
Look, he doesn't make the rules, he just follows them.