Since childhood, they had been spending the night all the time, it was absolutely natural. Yes, they already sleep in the same room every night, but on special evenings, when they didn't have to go to school the next day or on holidays, they threw all the blankets and pillows on the floor, took an old radio, Stan's comics, Ford's boring books and board games, a bunch of snacks and just hung out all night, trying not to wake up their parents. It's been quite a while since they did this last time, Sixer at some point became more serious and.. Stan didn't want to disturb him. So he was even surprised when Ford himself offered to arrange it again on Friday evening. Half-sitting snuggled up to his brother, surrounded by pillows, while The Rolling Stones are quietly playing on the radio (Stan's choice, because Ford's love of music ends with 'classical music that helps to concentrate on studying'), he takes a sip of beer, observing Stanford's incomprehensible facial expression. He always looks like that, when he's thinking about something not really fun. "Poindexter? Are you still here?"