"Yeah," Stan says, feeling something that's just close enough to deja vu to creep him out. I'll see you in the morning. Those words in that voice should be so familiar he doesn't even think twice about them. They aren't. They don't sound real.
"Yeah," he says again, and busies himself for a couple seconds pushing the empty can and its spoon toward the sink. Then there's no reason to hang around here and Stan bites the inside of his cheek, and shuffles out.
He does go to that spare room, to be fair. Even goes from the car back to it a couple times to give himself an excuse to listen for when Ford actually settles. It's weird, walking outside. There's no reason to be nervous, it's not like Ford's gonna' go to all that trouble and then lock him out. He keeps the door open, anyway, until he comes back in, having grabbed a couple pieces of junk to take back to 'his' room. Hey, look, he's settling in. This is how you do it, right?
And once he's sure it's safe, he snoops. Now Stan ain't big as some of the guys he's seen but he ain't small, and most people don't expect him to be able to sneak around so well. That's ok. There're some things people in general don't need to know.
Things get moved, searched through, put back. A couple times Stan swears, sticks stinging fingers in his mouth, and promptly wonders if he's just by accident got himself poisoned. But not once does anything Stan expected to find present itself.
He stands in the hallway, hands on his hips, and thinks, Well. Well, if I'm done lookin' anyway, why not? It's normal, right, to check up on your own brother? Wish him goodnight or good midnight or whatever-the-fuck time it is? Yeah. That's alright.
Stan pushes the door slowly, slowly open - and while the bedroom itself is exactly where Ford said it would be, Ford himself isn't. But there's another door nearby here, and this door's got a light under it.
Stanley stands in front of this new door, and eases it open.
(ooc: if he should do more than open the door here, let me know and I can edit)
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"Yeah," he says again, and busies himself for a couple seconds pushing the empty can and its spoon toward the sink. Then there's no reason to hang around here and Stan bites the inside of his cheek, and shuffles out.
He does go to that spare room, to be fair. Even goes from the car back to it a couple times to give himself an excuse to listen for when Ford actually settles. It's weird, walking outside. There's no reason to be nervous, it's not like Ford's gonna' go to all that trouble and then lock him out. He keeps the door open, anyway, until he comes back in, having grabbed a couple pieces of junk to take back to 'his' room. Hey, look, he's settling in. This is how you do it, right?
And once he's sure it's safe, he snoops. Now Stan ain't big as some of the guys he's seen but he ain't small, and most people don't expect him to be able to sneak around so well. That's ok. There're some things people in general don't need to know.
Things get moved, searched through, put back. A couple times Stan swears, sticks stinging fingers in his mouth, and promptly wonders if he's just by accident got himself poisoned. But not once does anything Stan expected to find present itself.
He stands in the hallway, hands on his hips, and thinks, Well. Well, if I'm done lookin' anyway, why not? It's normal, right, to check up on your own brother? Wish him goodnight or good midnight or whatever-the-fuck time it is? Yeah. That's alright.
Stan pushes the door slowly, slowly open - and while the bedroom itself is exactly where Ford said it would be, Ford himself isn't. But there's another door nearby here, and this door's got a light under it.
Stanley stands in front of this new door, and eases it open.
(ooc: if he should do more than open the door here, let me know and I can edit)