"Really? I thought you liked all that, uh..." Stan raises the hand not around Ford's shoulders and wiggles his fingers, letting that stand in for everything he doesn't know to fill that in with. "All that school, The Many And Bounteous Opportunities Of Academia or whatever. That's, uh, that's not what you wanted?"

The move makes his sleeve fall down a little, showing off those dark, angry looking circles, the world's worst hickies, that the thing's probably-suckers left when it tried to pull Stan into that tube with it but he doesn't notice because hey, it looks like that worry about his joke a second ago left an empty spot when it left for another worry to slide right in and take its place. "Was it, was the school you, uh... ended up in... was it really that bad?"