No one in this hotel needed another shit layer of disappointment. Stan was so, so happy over the fact that he hadn't regressed mentally like some of the other inhabitants of the hotel because he was pretty sure the teenaged version of himself would have handled this a lot more poorly. Which was probably saying a lot but young Stan had been pretty easily upset. More easily, anyway.
"Alright," he agreed to the invitation and moved to get into the boat, only wobbling a little before he found his footing and then sank down to sitting. He was smaller than usual, so it didn't take that much effort to scoot himself in right next to Killian. It wouldn't have before, either. "I don't think I'm an accelerated pregnancy onion ring kind of guy."