Ford should have known this would happen. He should have expected this - he doesn't know why he hoped for anything different. Stan, bless him, just doesn't understand. He's still hoping for the best, he thinks there's a way out of this. He actually seems to believe there's a way things will turn out alright, that his brother isn't a dead man walking.

Ford appreciates the sentiment, but he knows it's nothing more than wishful thinking.

"Stanley, don't you get it?" He takes a step backwards, roughly shoving his brother's hands away before they can settle on his shoulders. "Nowhere is safe for me." His hands come up to his temples, his fingers tangling in his hair and digging hard enough into his scalp to leave marks.

"I can't run from Him because He's in my head!" His voice raises to a shout at the end, his fear and desperation finally spilling over into his words, unrestrained.

A half of a heartbeat passes before Ford realizes his mistake, and by then it's far too late. All he can do is go wide-eyed and stare at his brother in mute horror as realization dawns on him. Oh, God help him. God help him, he just said the one thing he never wanted anyone to know - Least of all his brother.