Well, there's a sentence Ford never expected to hear again - so much so that hearing it now stuns him a little, makes him go all wide eyed and quiet, blinking owlishly at his brother like he has to translate what he just said into a language he can understand.
After a minute he has to look away, his eyes falling to the ground as the arm around Stan's back wraps around his side and drags him in close in a one-armed hug.
"Thanks, Stan. Coming from you, that...it means a lot."
He means that, too. He's not just phoning it in because that's what you're supposed to do when someone says something like that - coming from Stan, hearing that his brother still sees something worth being proud of in him despite everything he's done - it means the world to Ford. Maybe more than that.
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Well, there's a sentence Ford never expected to hear again - so much so that hearing it now stuns him a little, makes him go all wide eyed and quiet, blinking owlishly at his brother like he has to translate what he just said into a language he can understand.
After a minute he has to look away, his eyes falling to the ground as the arm around Stan's back wraps around his side and drags him in close in a one-armed hug.
"Thanks, Stan. Coming from you, that...it means a lot."
He means that, too. He's not just phoning it in because that's what you're supposed to do when someone says something like that - coming from Stan, hearing that his brother still sees something worth being proud of in him despite everything he's done - it means the world to Ford. Maybe more than that.