[Oh good, now Ford sounds like he’s crying. Great, just what he needed. Stan has to take a few shaky breaths to not lose it again, still clinging onto Ford’s sweater like maybe if he just holds on hard enough the last 28 hours or so will all just be a nightmare and he’ll wake up back in the manor with Leia in his arms and Mabel sprawled across the entire width of the bed, and none of the awful events that started with Mabel accidentally killing someone and ended with Ford purposefully sacrificing himself would ever have happened.]

At least no one can say I’m not the good-looking twin now.

[It’s a weak joke, but most of his jokes are.]

If Ma could see you right now she’d throw a fit over how skinny you are.