Ford scribbled calculations in a notebook while Dipper babbled about how Stanley's little roadtrip went. He didn't really care what his brother had been up to, but, even in this excessively chatty state, Dipper was good company. Besides, tackling the problem of the rift all by himself over the past couple of days had started to—wait, did he hear that last part of Dipper's story right?
"I'm sorry, did you say Stan said he was married?"
"Uh, divorced. So, uh… yeah. I don't think it lasted long?"
"I… didn't know." Obviously. How could he? Still… The revelation felt strange.