"Yeah, I know-" he starts, and then interrupts himself with a low whistle as he does get in and gets a good look around. "So you finally grew up to be the mad scientist everyone knew you would, huh?"
It isn't what he'd been expecting. And if he looks more like he's gaping and trying real hard to rubberneck at everything, including any rooms they pass, maybe Ford won't notice that he's doing a little more than some impromptu toursiting. Just because he hasn't seen what you'd usually find in a boarded-up, out of the way shack guarded by a twitchy, paranoid asshole with a gun - or, you know, a fucking crossbow - doesn't mean it isn't here. But he doesn't push his luck. At least, not with that. The first step, as it is in most areas of his life, is to trick the other person into wanting him to stick around. The same as with any other sap, right?
The fact that said sap is his brother still makes Stanley feel like he's about to crawl right out of his skin, but there's not enough time to freeze or second guess himself now.
Just have to find out what he needs. "Jeez," he tries, keeping himself easy and friendly and hoping to put the paranoid, armed man next to him at ease, "looks like you could use a hand around here. I thought you liked your shit all clean and neat, or whatever." He had, as Stanley remembers. At least, more than he himself ever did. For an opening gambit, he thinks it's not too bad.
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It isn't what he'd been expecting. And if he looks more like he's gaping and trying real hard to rubberneck at everything, including any rooms they pass, maybe Ford won't notice that he's doing a little more than some impromptu toursiting. Just because he hasn't seen what you'd usually find in a boarded-up, out of the way shack guarded by a twitchy, paranoid asshole with a gun - or, you know, a fucking crossbow - doesn't mean it isn't here. But he doesn't push his luck. At least, not with that. The first step, as it is in most areas of his life, is to trick the other person into wanting him to stick around. The same as with any other sap, right?
The fact that said sap is his brother still makes Stanley feel like he's about to crawl right out of his skin, but there's not enough time to freeze or second guess himself now.
Just have to find out what he needs. "Jeez," he tries, keeping himself easy and friendly and hoping to put the paranoid, armed man next to him at ease, "looks like you could use a hand around here. I thought you liked your shit all clean and neat, or whatever." He had, as Stanley remembers. At least, more than he himself ever did. For an opening gambit, he thinks it's not too bad.