Stan followed Killian's gaze, let his own green-blue stare focus there for a moment and commit it to memory. He couldn't see anything there, but he wasn't stupid. He had a feeling that if he really wanted to find it there, his fingers would.
He didn't like that Killian, some part of him, must have thought that some day that big, beautiful sword might need to be used.
"Alright," he said after a beat, and then he shifted, pushing himself onto his knees, out from under the blankets and leaned in close. "Now I know." Just in case. But that went unsaid. "Killian. I appreciate it. I don't think I've said that enough."