His grip on Ford's shirt lets go. His hands slide away. One hand twitches and he kind of wants to make a fist with it, kind of thinks maybe he should punch Ford now. Right in the face. Owes it to him, doesn't he, after that shit Ford pulled last night.
The shit he pulled before even talking to Stanley. Because he doesn't trust Stanley. And, gee, just fuckin' wonder why that could be?
His hand, half-curled, relaxes. He takes a couple steps back, lets his knees go loose, and sits heavy back on the bed. "Oh," he says distantly, to the carpet.
"Yeah, I mean. Yeah. It's, uh. Not like I have a great, uh. A great track record there, huh? I mean- I mean, it's the smart thing. There's, uh. A little joke I got. Only two types a' people trust Stan Pines: schmucks an' future schmucks. You may be nuts now, but I guess you're still smart. "
Yeah, that handle Stanley's keeping on his shit? Turns out that handle's gone. He musta' lost it somewhere. 'Cause if he had it, that sound he just made woulda' been a laugh. Stanley leans forward, takes a couple more rough, heavy breaths, and covers his face.
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His grip on Ford's shirt lets go. His hands slide away. One hand twitches and he kind of wants to make a fist with it, kind of thinks maybe he should punch Ford now. Right in the face. Owes it to him, doesn't he, after that shit Ford pulled last night.
The shit he pulled before even talking to Stanley. Because he doesn't trust Stanley. And, gee, just fuckin' wonder why that could be?
His hand, half-curled, relaxes. He takes a couple steps back, lets his knees go loose, and sits heavy back on the bed. "Oh," he says distantly, to the carpet.
"Yeah, I mean. Yeah. It's, uh. Not like I have a great, uh. A great track record there, huh? I mean- I mean, it's the smart thing. There's, uh. A little joke I got. Only two types a' people trust Stan Pines: schmucks an' future schmucks. You may be nuts now, but I guess you're still smart. "
Yeah, that handle Stanley's keeping on his shit? Turns out that handle's gone. He musta' lost it somewhere. 'Cause if he had it, that sound he just made woulda' been a laugh. Stanley leans forward, takes a couple more rough, heavy breaths, and covers his face.