Ford honestly cannot tell if Stan is joking or not once he starts counting on his fingers. He'd like to give his brother the benifit of the doubt and assume he hasn't actually been responsible for burning down what looks like over three kitchens, but - well, you never know. For all he knows, Stan really is just that bad at cooking.
"I feel like I should preemptively ban you from the kitchen to save myself the headache." He replies with a snort. "Not to mention the repair bills."
As they head out down the road, walking side by side into the cool winter night, Ford can't help but wonder how they're going to make all of this work. Sure, they're joking about the domestic trials they may or may not face in the future, assuming they share a future together, but Ford cannot for the life of him imagine how they're going to reach that point.
It's not like - he can't just invite Stan to stay with him a while, that would be ridiculous. Stan's a grown man, they both are. They're reaching the age where they should settle down and get married, start their own families. They're nearly thirty years old for God's sake - that's too old to still be rooming with your brother, isn't it?
Ford can't help but wonder if it is, if he even cares that it is. If you had asked him before he and Stan left the bunker, he might not have even entertained the idea, but now...well, Ford's not so sure anymore. He hasn't been sure of anything in a long while, really. After everything that happened with Bill, his confidence has taken a heavy blow. These days, he can't seem to trust himself to make the right calls, to see the bigger picture, to notice the warning signs flashing past his eyes.
He just - he needs some time to think, to feel confident in his decision, whatever that ultimately is. Until then, well, he supposes it won't hurt to let Stanley hang around for a while.
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"I feel like I should preemptively ban you from the kitchen to save myself the headache." He replies with a snort. "Not to mention the repair bills."
As they head out down the road, walking side by side into the cool winter night, Ford can't help but wonder how they're going to make all of this work. Sure, they're joking about the domestic trials they may or may not face in the future, assuming they share a future together, but Ford cannot for the life of him imagine how they're going to reach that point.
It's not like - he can't just invite Stan to stay with him a while, that would be ridiculous. Stan's a grown man, they both are. They're reaching the age where they should settle down and get married, start their own families. They're nearly thirty years old for God's sake - that's too old to still be rooming with your brother, isn't it?
Ford can't help but wonder if it is, if he even cares that it is. If you had asked him before he and Stan left the bunker, he might not have even entertained the idea, but now...well, Ford's not so sure anymore. He hasn't been sure of anything in a long while, really. After everything that happened with Bill, his confidence has taken a heavy blow. These days, he can't seem to trust himself to make the right calls, to see the bigger picture, to notice the warning signs flashing past his eyes.
He just - he needs some time to think, to feel confident in his decision, whatever that ultimately is. Until then, well, he supposes it won't hurt to let Stanley hang around for a while.