Do you ever think, as kids, the only time Ford was jealous of Stan was when he’d look at the painting of their handprints on the wall and a part of him would wish that he had his brother’s hands? Just so he would know what it was like to feel normal.

And then do you think Stan, who genuinely thought his brother’s abnormality was unique and never saw Ford as anything but the success he could never be, would stare at his own hands, wishing they could be something more? Just so he would know what it was like to feel special.