[Pre-Portal, college]

Stanford had his back against the bathroom door after he had shut it. He was…Really not doing great, mentally. Especially now with imposter syndrome and college guilt stirring in his head. Ford’s eyes flew to look at the mirror above the sink. Sighing shakily, Ford walked to the mirror and began to vent.

“YOU'RE AN IDIOT. YOU'RE A FUCKING IDIOT. HOW COULD YOU BE SO BLIND- HOW COULD YOU BE SO STUPID?! FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. I HATE YOU-“

Ford’s breath hitched as he began to tear up. God he looked like his father-..No..No. Stanley. Of course….Ford stated sorrowfully at his stolen reflection

“…I’m sorry, Stanley…I’m so sorry…”

He moved to press his hand against the glass, but noticed how much it was trembling. At that point, Ford broke, crying into the sink while mumbling apologies to his now absent twin as if he’d never left. But that final moment of togetherness, was far from now…