He knows how it sounds, he knows Stan has every reason not to believe a word of his story. He knows, but it still hurts a little. Or maybe a lot. But then, Ford supposes he can't ask Stan to trust him when he can't extend the same courtesy.

But then...maybe Stan's right. Maybe it would do them both some good to talk about this. Even if his brother doesn't believe him, just...just having someone to listen to him would help ease some weight from his shoulders.

Ford glances aside, rubbing at the back of his neck as he studies the floor.

"...Yeah." He says, before adding a bit less quietly: "Yeah. Let's...we can do that."

And so there he goes, sitting back down next to his brother on the bed. They're close enough that if he leaned over a little, their shoulders would brush. He's not comfortable with the close proximity, really, but he just--he needs to let Stan know that he still trusts him that much, at least. Enough to be near him, let him be close.]

"I...where do you want to start?"

He figures Stan will be asking most of the questions here - not that he'd mind, if he didn't have to, you know, answer them.