The one time Stan actually listened to someone, they told him that fear is more than 'fight, flight and freeze'. People experience fear in different ways. Fear is subjective. If looks could kill.
I guess if he ever saw that person again, or for some reason they were doing some weird narration of his life, they'd say that his fear was consistant. That for a mind that was always looking, always planning, always thinking, always searching for a way out, it was ineviatble
Because when he was scared, he wanted to escape. Always get out, run away from everything that ever hurts, so you'll always feel nothing, and never risk feeling something...something that'll break you. His mind solved problems before they occur, the only way to survive this life he put myself in.
He had a small habit, that came along wih this fear he guessed, this fear of losing people. He had a strange habit of making thing bigger than they were, but it also meant that he was observant, not as much as Rue, but he'd pick up a few things here and there.
Things about Bill weren't adding up, he knew he shouldn't go all Sherlock on a socially awkward boy who lost his brother as is still trying to work his way through the grieving period, but he couldn't help himself. Stan liked to know things, he had to know things. As soon as his mind became paronoid and decided something was important, it was an obsession and he had to solve it, or else the consequences.THINGS THAT DON'T MAKE SENSE
Baby pigeons.
How, why? Just why?Uno reverse.
Why am I always
going in the wrong direction?Bill Denbrough.
Where did his brother go?
Why is he always changing his phone case?
How does he know Rue?
Are all broken people simultaneously calm and angry at the same time?
Why does everything he say so poetic, and can be a quote on Pinterest woth aesthetic sketches around it.That last one obviously resulting in the only conclusion that Stan could draw from the list being
I'm weird. Not even in an aesthetic Tumblr way.
His problems seemed to be piling on top of him, because unlike the film and book characters that put unrealistic expectations in his head, he had a shit tone of homework and revision to do so he could some how pass his exams. Bill wouldn't talk to him, Richie kept looking at him like he was a sick puppy and he knew he had to come clean to Crash Mat for kissing Bill.
He wouldn't have even think about doing that if it weren't for Bill, he sort of made him realize that kissing your friends randomly, unexpectently and without consent wasn't exactly an appropriate thing to do. Especially when you may or may not be in a non visual relationship with stranger. Stan really wasn't sure what was going on with him and Crashmat, especially since he just lost Bill. Speaking of which.
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