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At two points this happened.
Ford was up late at his desk working on his latest project, and Stan had had enough of Ford running himself ragged over this. “Nope, Ford, come on, you are not staying up any longer.”
Ford didn’t move to get up. “But Stanley, I’m so close to a breakthrough.” He continued scratching out some math Stan doesn’t care to try to decipher. It was messier than Ford’s normal handwriting and a lot less orderly on the page.
Stan sighed, “No you’re not. Not when you look like you are going to drop dead at that desk.” Stan gently grabbed his brother’s shoulder, “Come on, it’s time for bed.”
Ford shrugged it off and glared at his brother. “Stan, I’m not a child.”
Stan rolled his eyes at that, “Then stop pouting like one and get yourself to bed.” Seeing that that did nothing to soften Ford’s gaze Stan pulled out the big guns. “Come-on, you’re keeping me up.”
That did it. The edge gone, Ford actually took in Stan’s concern. “... Alright, fine,” Ford yawned. He pulled himself away from his desk and let Stan lead him to their bunks.
As Ford clambered into his bunk, Stan turned off the lights and settled down below him. “Goodnight Ford.”
“Goodnight Lee,” he murmured in response.
And,
On a repurposed trawler in the Arctic Circle in 2012,
In a pawn shop on Glass Shard Beach in 1969,
Ford Pines drifted off to sleep.