Stan meets Ford's eyes, and his expression is drawn and worried because Ford's tone is, Ford says it like it's something awful they oughta' be worried about. But the actual words, they're - what does he even do with them? There are a lotta' things Stan's had to worry about, and some far, far more than others, but I nearly destroyed the world is so far out from anything he's ever considered real that it's-
Well, he's been thinking about that old show a lot lately, The Twilight Zone, and he thinks that's only gonna' keep happening. Maybe Ford lives in the Twilight Zone. Maybe he thinks he does.
Stan's expression, his whole posture, is sort of frozen. Guys grab you on the street talkin' about the end of the world you shove 'em off and keep walkin, but your brother? Sayin' it real earnest, almost cryin' about it? Shit, what do you even say?
When Ford gets to that last part, though, then Stanley knows what to say. He don't think for a second about what to say to that.
"Don't you ever say that. Don't you ever say that," he says, and reaches out to cup the back of Ford's neck and try and pull him in. "Now sit down, right here next to me. I'm gonna' give you a pass for what you just said, because you look like you're about to faint and probably got no idea what you're sayin'. But I hear it again, and we're gonna' have words."
"Don't matter what kinda' mad scientist shit you did, or didn't do, or, or whatever. No one talks about my brother that way." He really focuses on Ford's eyes then, trying to get Ford looking back, and for a second Stanley almost couldn't be further from the guy who'd made that weepy confession a minute ago. There's somethin' here his brother needs protecting from, even if it's a small thing, and Stanley can do that. It's the most natural thing in the world to do it. "Huh? You hearin' me?"
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Well, he's been thinking about that old show a lot lately, The Twilight Zone, and he thinks that's only gonna' keep happening. Maybe Ford lives in the Twilight Zone. Maybe he thinks he does.
Stan's expression, his whole posture, is sort of frozen. Guys grab you on the street talkin' about the end of the world you shove 'em off and keep walkin, but your brother? Sayin' it real earnest, almost cryin' about it? Shit, what do you even say?
When Ford gets to that last part, though, then Stanley knows what to say. He don't think for a second about what to say to that.
"Don't you ever say that. Don't you ever say that," he says, and reaches out to cup the back of Ford's neck and try and pull him in. "Now sit down, right here next to me. I'm gonna' give you a pass for what you just said, because you look like you're about to faint and probably got no idea what you're sayin'. But I hear it again, and we're gonna' have words."
"Don't matter what kinda' mad scientist shit you did, or didn't do, or, or whatever. No one talks about my brother that way." He really focuses on Ford's eyes then, trying to get Ford looking back, and for a second Stanley almost couldn't be further from the guy who'd made that weepy confession a minute ago. There's somethin' here his brother needs protecting from, even if it's a small thing, and Stanley can do that. It's the most natural thing in the world to do it. "Huh? You hearin' me?"