He ain't a shrink. He never has been. Stanley knows what's in people's heads a little, you got to, you gotta' be able to read people right, but his brother needs a whole lot more than that. At the very least, his brother needs someone who went to school for this shit. But anyone who did would toss him into the nearest padded room and throw away the key, so it's Stan or it's no one. He takes a breath, reminding himself of this. He's all his brother's got, and that don't mean as much to Ford as Stan mighta' thought, but it's better than nothin'.
Then his eyes are drawn by the movement of Ford's hand, and he watches Ford's try at it for a moment before he snorts. "Don't bother. Ma never could keep that bird's nest a' yours straight, an' you got no chance. There's too much- Um, too, too much, uh-"
Blood. The word he's looking for is blood. Not something he normally goes all wimpy and stammery over, but it's Ford's blood, and Stanley was actually doin' a really good job forgettin' all the shit that led up to this moment until he thought about that shit dried all through what remains of his brother's hair. Stan waves his hand meaningfully instead of drawing any more attention to the word by saying it, stopping that hand abruptly when it gets too close to any part of Ford and settling with a frown it back onto his lap.
"And no one ever-" No, we're not mentioning that they're all in his fuckin' head, Stanley, not right now. We're playing along. "You were able to keep anyone findin' out you knew? Even your fancy nerd lab partner?"
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Then his eyes are drawn by the movement of Ford's hand, and he watches Ford's try at it for a moment before he snorts. "Don't bother. Ma never could keep that bird's nest a' yours straight, an' you got no chance. There's too much- Um, too, too much, uh-"
Blood. The word he's looking for is blood. Not something he normally goes all wimpy and stammery over, but it's Ford's blood, and Stanley was actually doin' a really good job forgettin' all the shit that led up to this moment until he thought about that shit dried all through what remains of his brother's hair. Stan waves his hand meaningfully instead of drawing any more attention to the word by saying it, stopping that hand abruptly when it gets too close to any part of Ford and settling with a frown it back onto his lap.
"And no one ever-" No, we're not mentioning that they're all in his fuckin' head, Stanley, not right now. We're playing along. "You were able to keep anyone findin' out you knew? Even your fancy nerd lab partner?"