[Something in that first statement seems to strike Stan; he turns and looks away for a moment, mouth twitching downwards.]
Who told you that?
[The question is quiet, possibly rhetorical. At any rate, he doesn't wait for a response before circling around to sit on the pew instead - not really next to Bruce, there's enough room there to give him a bit of space. He folds his arms over his chest.]
You can't? [Considering the supernatural stuff all around, he honestly isn't sure how literally to interpret that.]
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Who told you that?
[The question is quiet, possibly rhetorical. At any rate, he doesn't wait for a response before circling around to sit on the pew instead - not really next to Bruce, there's enough room there to give him a bit of space. He folds his arms over his chest.]
You can't? [Considering the supernatural stuff all around, he honestly isn't sure how literally to interpret that.]