Stanley follows Ford's glance. This'll go better, he knows, if Ford's some place where he's comfortable. That's always a trick, with someone in a state like this. They're in Ford's bedroom, so that place should be this place, but. Guess not.

"Come on," he says, and makes to throw an arm around Ford's scrawny shoulders to lead him out toward the hallway. "You can show me some a' your experiments on 'em. I bet you got a bunch of those, right? A nerd like you?"