Stan watches Ford plop onto his back, then frowns at the tubefull of monster for a second. He'll be glad to leave that ugly, staring face behind him, and glad to never see it again.

"Yeah," he says slowly, awkwardly, because it feels awkward, hearin' that, and then he plops back beside Ford to stare upward. "But you always knew better than me, before."

Oops. Stan pulls a face at the ceiling, because just that word, before, calls more attention to certain shit than he thinks is really safe. Too risky, because where there's a before, there's always gonna' be an after. "No reason that shoulda' changed. Especially not now, I mean, you got a degree now and everything."