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Listen.
Stanley was aware of grieving. Although he may not be inclined to any experience of any real harship in his life other than his conflict with his mind, that didn't mean he was apathetic to the harship of others.
He was aware the idea of letting things be, he knew that there was a sort of, ritual...is that the word? For how to react to other people's loss. He wasn't really sure what that was though.
He knew what not to do, if that helped, like everything in Stan's life he was aware of thd negative and false actions. Relatibility, as much as you may think helps, doesn't just makes people feel like their suffering is common, and therefore shouldn't make a big thing about it.
Sympathy? That could be taken the wrong way, no one ever really liked being pitied, it was downgrading anf patronizing. Lies about everything being ok was probably the worse thing he could do.
"Flowers" Stan's Dad said, organizimg the sunflowers in the vase. "That's always a nice gesture"
"The flowers are alive though Dad and pretty, this isn't a celebration...isn't that a bit ironic?" Stan asked, leaning against the counter and picking out a rose from the vase, letting the thorn dig deep in his skin.
"I know you've been lucky enough to never lose anyone Stan, but you sound like a Sociopath, did you yake a little too much of your meds again, are you high?" His Dad asked and Stan shook his head. To be perfectly honest, Stan hadn't taken them in months, it was true they helped with his OCD and agression. But they seemed to drain everything along with it, like the corrupt part of Stan's mind was all he ever was and it took away all his emotions...it made him numb.
"Try to imagine what it was like the last time you felt sad, what you wanted people to do and if you can't, you need to know that sometimes it's important for people to feel the pain...apathy is disrespectful to their memeory" He said and Stan frowned, resting his hands under his chin.
The problem was, one of the reasons Stan was so fucked was that the way he reacted to things was inappropriate. The last time he was devestated...when he lost Richie, when he lost Crashmat...when he lost Bill. You can't have it all.
He always tried to solve his problems, never cace the consequences but push away from them and put things back in order. Maybe Bill could be like that too, feel the pain but distract from it for a moment.
"Just give some flowers to his parents Stan, they'll let Bill know, just to let him know that you care but not to make things worse by talking to him" His Dad said, ruffling Stan's hair, quickly brushing his curls back in order after he noted Stan's wince.
"You don't really think I could make him worse...do you?" Stan asked and his Dad shrugged.
"You have a tendency to...just, he isn't Richie, ok, or Bev...remember that" His Dad said, giving Stan a small hug. "Flowers and buy a card or something" Stan nodded, before his Dad left the room.
