The more Stan talks, the more he goes on about how he shouldn't have to put up with people talking bad about his hands, trying to make him feel bad for the way he was born, the more Ford realize just how much he's truly missed his brother. The ache was always there, sure, but it was easier to ignore after a while. Time made it easier to compartmentalize all that hurt and regret and emptiness and bury it deep, deep down where he wouldn't have to think about it.
But now that it's all out in the open again, bleeding and raw like a fresh wound, he can't help but feel the most painful sort of nostalgic. He missed this. He missed Stan's colorful banter and long streams of consciousness. He missed how he used to always have someone beside him to counter the nasty things people had to say about his hands.
That's the rub, really. You can only hear something from so many different sources so many times before you start to believe what you're being told - particularly when there's no differing opinion to counter the one you're constantly hearing. Especially when you start to hear that opinion in your own voice, inside your own head.
But then, there's no opinion in the world that Ford values more than Stan's, and if Stan says he shouldn't have to put up with all the negative things he's had thrown at him about his hands, then maybe...
Ford shakes his head, the barest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"Why do I have the feeling your idea of "education" involves a knuckle-sandwich and a good chewing-out?"
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But now that it's all out in the open again, bleeding and raw like a fresh wound, he can't help but feel the most painful sort of nostalgic. He missed this. He missed Stan's colorful banter and long streams of consciousness. He missed how he used to always have someone beside him to counter the nasty things people had to say about his hands.
That's the rub, really. You can only hear something from so many different sources so many times before you start to believe what you're being told - particularly when there's no differing opinion to counter the one you're constantly hearing. Especially when you start to hear that opinion in your own voice, inside your own head.
But then, there's no opinion in the world that Ford values more than Stan's, and if Stan says he shouldn't have to put up with all the negative things he's had thrown at him about his hands, then maybe...
Ford shakes his head, the barest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"Why do I have the feeling your idea of "education" involves a knuckle-sandwich and a good chewing-out?"