No, Stan doesn't see the way Ford is smiling because he only looks over once Ford steps into him, giving a few quick confused owl-blinks as he focuses away from what's around (no more dark, spooky blurs, just leaves! Branches! That right there, that's a bird's nest, and he can actually tell! Would you check the fuck out of that,) and onto Ford's face. Which, of course, doesn't have any glasses on it. Those bags under the close-set eyes, the stubble, the face he sees is the face of a guy who looks like he's been kinda' down and out for a while and the whole look makes Stan shudder again. Or maybe that's just the cold makin' him do that but it's kind of spooky anyway, it feels for a second just a little too much like this whole reunion thing has just been Stan lookin' into a mirror and makin' up fairy tales in his head.

That's stupid, though. Ford's right here, and down and out or not he kind of looks happy - kind of looks happy at Stan, even - and Stan nudges his side right back into Ford's, tightening his fingers in Ford's sleeve and feeling a little better.

"Come on, man, you make it work. Can you imagine me wearin' these? I'd get the shit kicked outta' me the next bar I stopped at. But you, you got what it takes to back that whole look up, that's why you're the glasses twin." Speaking of glasses, they're kinda' starting to slip down his face, what with only being half on and all. He turns his head and tries to nudge them back up with his shoulder, because these things are way too expensive to let 'em fall off and end up stompin' 'em all to pieces in the dark.