Stan's attempts to lighten the mood with humor earns him a faint smile, even if Ford doesn't feel much like laughing. It's the thought that counts, and besides, the idea of thwarting Bill with fuzzy handcuffs of all things is objectively pretty damn funny.
"There's not much else to say, really." He admits with a shrug. "I kept looking into ways to keep him out of my head, and eventually I figured out a permanent solution."
He looks back down at his coffee, then adds another sugar packet to it just because. He takes his time stirring it in, buying himself some time before he has to finish his explanation.
"You know those cold-war nutjobs with the tinfoil hats? The one's who think the Russians are tapping into their thoughts? Well, turns out they're on to something. Certain conductive metals can disrupt radio signals, block out electric fields...and keep out demons, evidently."
He knows full well how crazy that sounds, so he gives Stan a moment to digest that information before taking another drink of his now too-sweet coffee.
"Though how much of that is thanks to the metal acting as a shield against the invading mind's electrical synapses, and how much of it is thanks to the runes I carved onto the plate just for good measure is anyone's guess."
He shrugs, as if this is all basic stuff and not at all something the average person wouldn't know.
"The important thing is it works. I wasn't sure it would, actually, to be perfectly honest with you. I've had it ready for weeks, but I never...I thought I could do without it. I was saving it as a last resort. But then you dropped in and I...I couldn't take any chances. I couldn't risk losing control when there was someone other than me who might suffer for it."
Somehow he manages to look at Stan while he speaks, though he has to glance away briefly now and again when the eye-contact becomes a little too difficult for him to maintain.
"I would have told you all of this beforehand if I thought you'd believe me." He admits, his voice a little too quiet. "I should have trusted you."
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"There's not much else to say, really." He admits with a shrug. "I kept looking into ways to keep him out of my head, and eventually I figured out a permanent solution."
He looks back down at his coffee, then adds another sugar packet to it just because. He takes his time stirring it in, buying himself some time before he has to finish his explanation.
"You know those cold-war nutjobs with the tinfoil hats? The one's who think the Russians are tapping into their thoughts? Well, turns out they're on to something. Certain conductive metals can disrupt radio signals, block out electric fields...and keep out demons, evidently."
He knows full well how crazy that sounds, so he gives Stan a moment to digest that information before taking another drink of his now too-sweet coffee.
"Though how much of that is thanks to the metal acting as a shield against the invading mind's electrical synapses, and how much of it is thanks to the runes I carved onto the plate just for good measure is anyone's guess."
He shrugs, as if this is all basic stuff and not at all something the average person wouldn't know.
"The important thing is it works. I wasn't sure it would, actually, to be perfectly honest with you. I've had it ready for weeks, but I never...I thought I could do without it. I was saving it as a last resort. But then you dropped in and I...I couldn't take any chances. I couldn't risk losing control when there was someone other than me who might suffer for it."
Somehow he manages to look at Stan while he speaks, though he has to glance away briefly now and again when the eye-contact becomes a little too difficult for him to maintain.
"I would have told you all of this beforehand if I thought you'd believe me." He admits, his voice a little too quiet. "I should have trusted you."