[Stan swats Ford's skeleton hand away from his hair.]

What, Ford? Name one thing I've done that didn't backfire in the end. How can I- How can I just go back and pretend like everything's okay when my brother's--

[He's brought his tears under control, but his throat sticks on the word "dead," still, and when he can manage words again he has to wrench them out around the knot in his throat.]

Of course I wouldn't ever have been ready to go on without you. Everywhere we go, we go together, Ford.