And Stan's. His own voice, and now, Stan's. It should ring in his ears a little, anyway, especially since Stan is headed right to Ford's side as soon as he sees him.
"Holy Moses!" The words just come out. A couple guys have tried to laugh at him for that over the years, that phrase, but you know what, fuck them. And fuck whoever did this to his brother, too, but he doesn't have much room in his head for that kind of thought just yet. Right now, the only thing in Stanley's head is fear.
He's got one hand on Ford's back and one on his shoulder, and he's speaking before he even bends to get a better look at whatever the fuck it is going on on the back of his head there. "Ford! Shit, just, just move this hand, alright? Let me get a good look at it. Who the hell did this to you?"
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"Holy Moses!" The words just come out. A couple guys have tried to laugh at him for that over the years, that phrase, but you know what, fuck them. And fuck whoever did this to his brother, too, but he doesn't have much room in his head for that kind of thought just yet. Right now, the only thing in Stanley's head is fear.
He's got one hand on Ford's back and one on his shoulder, and he's speaking before he even bends to get a better look at whatever the fuck it is going on on the back of his head there. "Ford! Shit, just, just move this hand, alright? Let me get a good look at it. Who the hell did this to you?"