Stan looks up as he's pulled in and the words send a smile spreading across his face, a smile with real joy in it. It's a smile with hope, too, those old hopes he buried a long time ago that are washing back up on the shore of Stanley's mind, the ones he's picking back up now without a second of doubt. "Yeah? Yeah! Alright!"

He punches at Ford's chest and he's maybe a little too excited to hold back as much as he should, but Ford won't mind, will he? Of course not. "That devil asshole won't know what hit him! You an' me? He don't stand a chance! Come on, let's celebrate!"

Somewhere in there he slung an arm around Ford's shoulders too, and he pulls on them now to try and get them both standing. "We can, uh-"

It hits Stan kinda' like stepping in the deep end before you're ready, expecting solid ground under your feet and finding only water, that he doesn't have the first idea what Ford likes to do now. He goes through Ford's old hobbies in his head, the ones he knows, but, but- Okay, that's fine, he can make this work anyway, you know? It's not such a big deal.

"We can do whatever you want!" The excitement springs back into Stan's face after less than a second, almost like it never left. "Let's make it your night, huh? Your choice!"