Unfortunately for Stan, his brother seems tense and on-edge no matter where they go. His shoulders are stiff, his bruised-looking eyes dart wildly about their surroundings, and his brows remain perpetually upturned with worry. Whatever it is that's bothering him, whatever it is that has him so scared to let Stan stay here, it's bad.
"Not even remotely." He replies flatly, turning his head to glance over his shoulder.
"I already told you, Stan, it isn't safe here. There are malevolent beings out there, creatures with unimaginable power. I've made enemies with one of the worst, and I wouldn't put it past him to hurt you just to spite me."
He stops short, refusing to be gently guided any further. Instead, he looks to the floor, his hand moving to feel whatever it is that's hidden inside his overcoat. After a moment of thought he sighs, and casts a wary glance at his brother.
"Stanley, if I show you something, would you try to keep an open mind? I'm not asking you to believe me, just..."
He trails off, realizing just how transparent that lie is. He is asking his brother to believe him, almost pleading him to. He knows full well how unreasonable tat request is, given everything, but even so. As much as he doesn't want his brother getting caught up in this mess, as much as he fears for his safety....he doesn't want to be alone in this. It's selfish of him, he knows, but goddamn it he's scared. He's at his wits end, he has no one else he can turn to, no one else he trusts.
What a sad state of affairs he's found himself in: a nervous, paranoid wreck who has no one he can confide in save for his estranged brother who he hasn't spoken to in ten years.
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"Not even remotely." He replies flatly, turning his head to glance over his shoulder.
"I already told you, Stan, it isn't safe here. There are malevolent beings out there, creatures with unimaginable power. I've made enemies with one of the worst, and I wouldn't put it past him to hurt you just to spite me."
He stops short, refusing to be gently guided any further. Instead, he looks to the floor, his hand moving to feel whatever it is that's hidden inside his overcoat. After a moment of thought he sighs, and casts a wary glance at his brother.
"Stanley, if I show you something, would you try to keep an open mind? I'm not asking you to believe me, just..."
He trails off, realizing just how transparent that lie is. He is asking his brother to believe him, almost pleading him to. He knows full well how unreasonable tat request is, given everything, but even so. As much as he doesn't want his brother getting caught up in this mess, as much as he fears for his safety....he doesn't want to be alone in this. It's selfish of him, he knows, but goddamn it he's scared. He's at his wits end, he has no one else he can turn to, no one else he trusts.
What a sad state of affairs he's found himself in: a nervous, paranoid wreck who has no one he can confide in save for his estranged brother who he hasn't spoken to in ten years.