Icy_Moon
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Ford isn't entirely sure how it had started. His memory, his perception of time, his ability to follow a linear order of events – all if it is less than reliable at the moment, so he can't entirely blame himself for losing track of things here and there. But the jump between trying to wrestle his journal out of Stan's hands to trying to wrestle Stan out of his dingey jeans is a jarring transition to lose in the dull static that's been edging around his awareness for weeks now.
Not jarring enough to stop him, though.
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- Part 5 of Snack Packs
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Fuck, what did it say about him that the thought of Ford walking in and catching him beating off in nothing but his brother's stupid coat just made his dick twitch harder in his palm?
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- Part 4 of Snack Packs
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Stan does not, as it turns out, need his help getting anything off of a high shelf. At first, Ford isn't entirely sure he believes what he's seeing. Stan looks...nice. Really nice.
Suspiciously nice, even.
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Shit had gone from weird to weirder from the second Stan showed up on Ford’s doorstep. Something was clearly going on, and something was clearly wrong, but he’d barely gotten Ford to put the honest-to-god crossbow down before his brother had started spiraling in an equally aggressive but notably different direction.
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- Part 3 of Snack Packs
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To say things were "good" felt too much like inviting the chance for things to turn sour. Jinxing it. There weren't a lot of "good" things Stan had gotten in his life that had stayed that way, and Jesus, he wanted things to stay that way now.
So he didn't say it. Like how you don't say "quiet" on a slow night in the ER, right?
Or at least, he didn't think he was saying it.
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- Part 2 of Snack Packs