"Heh." Stan slips his jacket off and throws it over the nearest chair, grinning down at his brother for a second. "That depends on the party."
And then the smile fades, because this is an opportunity to ask something he's been wondering, because Stan's gone through every part of this house he could get at a couple times over and the more he finds out about what Ford's life's been like while Stan was off doin' stuff like gettin' his glasses kicked off his face in La Distrital, the more stuff he kind of starts to put together. But it's the sort of stuff where he don't know for sure, can't, 'cause he don't know enough. When it comes to knowing about the sort of shit Ford's gotten deep into, Stan can only start runnin' behind him and hope he's lucky enough to catch up.
It's not somethin' he wants to bring up, not with Ford looking all relaxed like that, maybe even looking happy, but Stan might not get a better opening to ask, and never let it be said that Stan Pines lets any kind of opportunity pass him by. "All that stuff, your uh, sleep meds, and all that. Are those for, uh. You know."
Stan taps at one temple, then realizes that even if Ford does look at him and see the gesture, it sorta' makes it look like Stan's asking if those pills are for that crazy shit, and that's the last thing he wants to look like he's accusing Ford of, not ever again. "For Bill? 'Cause you could get some good money out of those pills, but not if you still need 'em. And if you do need 'em I can get more, you know. I uh, I may not know much about all this stuff yet but I could do that much for you."
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And then the smile fades, because this is an opportunity to ask something he's been wondering, because Stan's gone through every part of this house he could get at a couple times over and the more he finds out about what Ford's life's been like while Stan was off doin' stuff like gettin' his glasses kicked off his face in La Distrital, the more stuff he kind of starts to put together. But it's the sort of stuff where he don't know for sure, can't, 'cause he don't know enough. When it comes to knowing about the sort of shit Ford's gotten deep into, Stan can only start runnin' behind him and hope he's lucky enough to catch up.
It's not somethin' he wants to bring up, not with Ford looking all relaxed like that, maybe even looking happy, but Stan might not get a better opening to ask, and never let it be said that Stan Pines lets any kind of opportunity pass him by. "All that stuff, your uh, sleep meds, and all that. Are those for, uh. You know."
Stan taps at one temple, then realizes that even if Ford does look at him and see the gesture, it sorta' makes it look like Stan's asking if those pills are for that crazy shit, and that's the last thing he wants to look like he's accusing Ford of, not ever again. "For Bill? 'Cause you could get some good money out of those pills, but not if you still need 'em. And if you do need 'em I can get more, you know. I uh, I may not know much about all this stuff yet but I could do that much for you."