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In the Light that We Have Found
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It hits Stan out of nowhere, for no reason at all. Â Itâs not like heâs been thinking about it. Â He makes a point to avoid thinking about most things, actually, and this thing in particular. Â But heâs thinking about it now.
Heâs happy.
He canât remember the last time he actually thought about his own happiness.
Well, thatâs not true. Â He thought about it a lot last summer, but while the feeling was definitely happiness, the thought was more focused on how fast it could all go wrong if the kids learned the truth about him and what he was doing in the basement. Â So, yeah, he was happy, but he was also somewhat existentially anxious and incredibly stressed.
Business as usual.
But heâs not existentially, generally, or even sort of anxious right now. Â He gets twinges of âthis canât lastâ and âhe wonât stayâ every now and then, but theyâve slowed over the past month or so as this does last, and as Ford does stay.
He pokes cautiously at the sleeping anxiety. Â He pokes a little less cautiously. Â Heâs a skeptical fool, maybe, but a skeptical alive fool. Â Surely something is going to screw this up for him.
Nothing does. Â Heâs just really, truly, uncomplicatedly okay.
âStanley?â
Stan looks up, and sees Ford eyeing him warily. Â He realizes heâs been sitting in dead silence, clutching a cooling mug of soup, for God-knows-how-long.
Whoops. Â
Ford is still watching. Â âAre you okay?â Â It comes out cautious, a little hesitant, like Fordâs afraid of the answer.
Stan almost laughs. Â Trust Ford to completely misinterpret silence. Â Then itâs suddenly less funny. Â Misinterpretation and miscommunication are what got them into that whole mess forty-odd years ago, and if anything in Stanâs world ever killed happiness, itâs that.
That and Bill Cipher, may he rot forever.
âYeah,â Stan says, and offers Ford a smile. Â âIâm fine.â
Ford smiles back, but itâs the smile he gives when he thinks he should be smiling, not when he actually feels like smiling. Â Heâs concerned while trying to look like heâs not concerned at all, and doing a really bad job of it.
What the hell. Â Why not share it around.
âIâm fine, Ford, I swear.â Â Good start. Â Keep it up. Â âBetter than fine, really.â
Fordâs running his fingers up and down the chunky knitted scarf Mabel sent him in her last package. Â He got some purple sticky briar things in it the other day, and has been carefully disentangling the burrs from the fabric. Â âReally?â
âYeah, really.â Â Stan takes a sip of his lukewarm tomato soup. Â âJust thinking that Iâm happy. Â Sâall.â
Fordâs mouth quirks a little. Â âYouâve decided to express your happiness with solemn staring and ignoring food?â
âYou got something to say about it?â Â Stan leans over the table a little, but doesnât take his hands off his mug. Â Itâs been a chilly morning.
âOf course not.â Â Fordâs tone is nothing but false innocence. Â âI just seem to remember you telling me that the path to happiness was not books or contemplation.â
âThat was two weeks ago,â Stan says loftily. Â âIâm a changed and enlightened man now.â
Ford is visibly biting back a grin. Â âCertainly. Â Well, I wish you luck with your new life path.â
âEh, who needs luck.â Â Stan slugs the rest of his soup in one go. Â No sense in letting it go completely cold. Â âYou can just cheat the sucker.â
Ford rolls his eyes, but heâs definitely smiling, and for real this time. Â Heâs stopped his nervous finger-twitching and has gone back to cleaning up his scarf.
âSo Iâm doing pretty well for myself,â Stan says, and apparently itâs his turn for hesitation, âbut what about you?â
Ford looks up, surprised. Â âMe?â
âYes, you.â Â The you idiot is unsaid, because this is a Meaningful Conversation, but heavily implied, because itâs applicable and Stan isnât going to let it slide. Â âHowâs your path to enlightenment going?â
Ford stares. âStanley, are you asking me if Iâm happy?â
âWe really need to work on your habit of being blunt about everything,â Stan says. Â âDid you never learn how to sugarcoat?â
âNo,â Ford says. âI leave that to you.â Â He folds his hands together, looks at Stan, and waits.
Damn it. Â Ford wants him to say it, but he wonât actually ask, because that would be telling. Â Stan sucks it up and says it, but only because he doesnât want this to turn into emotional chicken. Â âYes, Ford, Iâm asking if youâre happy. Â No sense in fifty percent of this crew being sour.â
âTechnically we donât have a crew; Iâve automated most of it,â Ford says, because heâs a pedantic bastard.
âNot the point.â
âWell, no.â Â Fordâs back to smoothing out his scarf. Â âAnd yes.â
âYes, it is the point?â
âYesâno, itâs notââ Â Ford stops, looking annoyed. Â âNo, the fact that we do not have a crew is not the point. Â Yes, I am happy.â
Stan flicks his mug, making a small but satisfying ping noise. Â âWay to suck all the emotional high out of that, Stanford.â
Ford scowls. Â âIt isnât my fault you actively try to confuse me.â Â And yeah, Stan deserves that. Â âStated plainly, I am very glad that youâre happy, and I myself am happier now than I have been at any point in the past thirty years, give or take. Â Except for parts of this summer, apocalypse notwithstanding,â he adds.
Stanâs grinning like an idiot, and he really has turned into a sappy old man. Â Only Ford would narrate his emotions like exposition in a really lazy movie. Â âDamn, Sixer, youâre gonna make me cry.â
âOh, shut up, Stanley.â Â Ford is smiling too â a little less maniacally, maybe, but big and honest all the same.
And maybe Stan isnât really gonna cry, but he really is happy. Â More than that: heâs happy, and neither anxiety-poking nor honest-conversation-having managed to dampen the feeling. Â In fact, the honest conversation only made him more happy, because now he knows for sure that Ford is with him on this.
So Stan is happy. Â
Maybe heâll try to think about it more often.
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