[Stan finds himself mirroring the move, crossing his arms in front of himself. It's something he tends to default to when talking about uncomfortable things, an unusually easy tell on him.]
Yeah, well it's not like--
[It's not like anyone else thinks that way, but the thought dies in his mouth when he sees that look come over them. It's hard to read, but it makes him stop long enough to ask about it.]
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Yeah, well it's not like--
[It's not like anyone else thinks that way, but the thought dies in his mouth when he sees that look come over them. It's hard to read, but it makes him stop long enough to ask about it.]
...Uh. You alright there?