[Ford is the best for that, and Stan nods at the suggestion.]

Yeah. Yeah, downstairs is good. I don't want Dipper overhearing.

[He doesn't elaborate on that, but he'll follow Ford back downstairs and shut the door behind him. This is a sitting down sort of conversation though, so he helps himself to the nearest chair.]

Okay, so. Weird memory. Right.

[He coughs into his fist, equally awkward about the emotional vulnerability here. But there's important things Ford should probably know, even if they somehow ignore how intense everything feels.]

I, uh. I...

[Fuck, this is hard.]

...I remembered the night Shermie's kids died. How the kids wound up with us. I was leaving Heimr's stall and then all of a sudden it's like I was there, reliving the whole thing. [He forces an awkward laugh, to push through.] Must've looked like an idiot to anyone else walking by.

[Maybe, but that's not the point. He's letting himself skirt around the hard part.]