Stan is right - Ford does have a lot of secrets in his head, but as far as secrets go, the fact that his brother has eyes just as bad as his own is not one he feels the need to keep under lock and key. He's got far more dangerous, far more personal ones that need the vault-space anyhow.
Not that he feels like he can really be blamed for letting that particular secret slip, not when Stan makes it pretty damn obvious that his eyes aren't the best by tripping over an exposed tree root. (Granted, that says less about his eyes and more about how he keeps looking at his brother rather than where he's going, but whatever.)
Luckily for Stan, his big brother's got fast enough reflexes to prevent him from kissing the dirt - his upper body strength, though, leaves a little to be desired. A lack of sleep and nutrition will do that to a guy's muscles.
"What was that you were saying--" He begins, as he grabs hold of Stan's arm with one hand, and the back of his jacket with the other. "--About ruining your reputation?"
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Not that he feels like he can really be blamed for letting that particular secret slip, not when Stan makes it pretty damn obvious that his eyes aren't the best by tripping over an exposed tree root. (Granted, that says less about his eyes and more about how he keeps looking at his brother rather than where he's going, but whatever.)
Luckily for Stan, his big brother's got fast enough reflexes to prevent him from kissing the dirt - his upper body strength, though, leaves a little to be desired. A lack of sleep and nutrition will do that to a guy's muscles.
"What was that you were saying--" He begins, as he grabs hold of Stan's arm with one hand, and the back of his jacket with the other. "--About ruining your reputation?"