Stan's grin is surprised and genuine, at least until he turns it to Ford and sees- yeah. Yeah, he sees. "No, but I might," he mutters, and he's never been squeamish, he ain't about to start now. It's just that the blankets need straightening, that's all, and Stanley ain't the best at keepin' things straight and neat and all that shit so he's really gotta' pay attention to the way that he does it. Makin' a bed ain't for the faint of heart.
"You, uh, you never told me if you're hungry. Are you hungry? There's food." Food which Ford owns. He knows there's food. What else? Okay. Okay. "It really does help, believe you me, after, ya' know, for you to grow all that blood back. Don't wanna go takin' a dive facefirst into a briefcase of someone else's hundreds, haha, um."
That's no better, is it? Shit, he's usually better at distracting people than this, why is he so freaked? It's just a scar. It's just a scar. It's his brother's scar, and it was deep, deep, and it was carved into him.
"Okay," he says, very quietly, to himself. He takes a deep breath, says it again, and his voice shakes a little less this time. It's fine. It's all fine.
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"You, uh, you never told me if you're hungry. Are you hungry? There's food." Food which Ford owns. He knows there's food. What else? Okay. Okay. "It really does help, believe you me, after, ya' know, for you to grow all that blood back. Don't wanna go takin' a dive facefirst into a briefcase of someone else's hundreds, haha, um."
That's no better, is it? Shit, he's usually better at distracting people than this, why is he so freaked? It's just a scar. It's just a scar. It's his brother's scar, and it was deep, deep, and it was carved into him.
"Okay," he says, very quietly, to himself. He takes a deep breath, says it again, and his voice shakes a little less this time. It's fine. It's all fine.