To be honest if Stan hadn't found his brother in the condition he had, the drinking would surprise him more. But from the moment he drove up to this place, saw the boarded up windows and the way Ford's twitching, looking over his shoulder, holding onto that crossbow like it's a safety blanket, he's been expecting whatever this is to have something to do with drugs. And where there's smoke there's... more smoke. Or a better metaphor. Whatever.

All of that leaves his head at Ford's words, because they hurt. He can't argue with them, but they hurt, and the last of that satisfaction when Ford took his hand evaporates into a wide frown. "Just tell me already. The sooner I know what's goin' on the sooner we can make tracks."