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"I swear, all those years, and he lost all his musical sense! Even the Dimension Of Musically Untuned People could sing better!"
Jimmy glanced at the replica of the man currently blasting his lungs out at the stage of the karaoke club. By his own opinion, Stanley really did well! Especially for the man recently returned from the land of dead!
Or... He wasn't actually dead for all those years, just... How the kids said? Visiting all other dimensions? Or was it the other twin? ...Yes, there were obvious cons to hearing the story told in four voices at once - Jimmy probably should later ask Stan for a one single story.
But not now, when Jimmy got a very unexpected invite to catch up, when the company was pleasant, and Stanley was alive and so gorgeous now by not being dead and...
"Oh, come on, Grunkle Ford, don't be mean!" Mabel was pinching said man by the arm. "He's trying! Oh, did we tell you about Love Patrol Alpha...?"
"Oh, I read all about it in your notes..."
"All of it?!" the other little twin shrieked. "Oh no, I forgot what I have written about it..."
"Don't worry, my boy, you didn't write how you were the one summoning zombies..."
"Oh good..." Another shriek. "But how did you know?!"
Jimmy chuckled, took another sip of Pitt Cola and glanced back at the stage. He still felt like dreaming, that Stanley - his very much alive Stanley! - was grinning and looking so shining from happiness, not like any glimpse of him Jimmy was privy all those years ago...
"...So, was he just as awful when you knew him?" Ford nodded at Jimmy. "Come to think of it, Stan didn't tell much about you. Where did you two meet?"
"Ohio", Jimmy replied absentmindedly. "And honestly, he sounds way better now."
"Really?" Ford laughed, joined by the kids. "What was he like back then?"
"Yeah! He told us he was all sorts of cool businessman! Was it so? Were you working for him?" Mabel stared at Jimmy with stars in her eyes.
"Or were you two in some gang together?" Dipper was raising his eyebrows in a sort of adorable wink.
"He was..." Jimmy chuckled, once again gazing at the silverhaired man who just started another song in a charming raspy voice of his. "He was beautiful. Brilliant. Bold and unyielding", Jimmy perched his chin on a palm of his hand, sighing. "Made the funniest jokes and could make a hell of a bread without even an oven."
Suddenly, their table drowned in silence, while Jimmy stared lovingly at Stan's mouth and considered getting up there and interrupting Stan's song with a kiss.
But then again, Jimmy enjoyed his singing way too much, and Stan was alive and enjoying himself, and now there would be actually time for more kisses.