[A little frustration blooms in his chest- at Fern shutting him out completely. At not even giving him an answer. He instantly feels guilty for the emotion, to add to the pile of guilt digging into his chest already. This is what he does. He just destroys people. He's terrible.

He considers just... going, but he doesn't. Because he can make a damn solid guess about what Fern's doing to himself. If he was left alone like this... well, like he was once upon a time, things went bad real fast. Worse. So he stays put. ]

You're not gonna believe me and you're probably not even listening to me, so if I'm speaking into the void... whatever. This isn't on you. It's- it's not your fault. Just so you're aware.

[He sighs, moving slightly so he's still sitting, leaning against the barrier of the treehouse. ]

I'm just... gonna stick around so you're not alone. No talking needed. You're welcome to push me off if it makes you feel better. [He cranes his neck, hmmm.] Though please aim for the bush.