[Varian answers the door, he notices with a small frown the flowers have gone from Fern's hair. He imagines Fern took them out- he hopes its that, and that Fern didn't lose the small splash of colour he had. He... doesn't look great, and not for the first time, Varian feels a twinge of guilt in his gut over it. ]
Hey, come on in.
[He steps aside, letting Fern inside. Worry still mars his expression- he's not sure what to do to help here. A hug maybe? But would Fern read into it? Would he hope it meant more than a hug? He doesn't know- things used to be so much easier between them, he hates having to second guess himself.
Eventually, he settles for putting a hand on Fern's shoulder, not quite the hug he'd like to offer, but... something.]
I really am sorry. About... everything. You wanna come watch me build a robot?
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Hey, come on in.
[He steps aside, letting Fern inside. Worry still mars his expression- he's not sure what to do to help here. A hug maybe? But would Fern read into it? Would he hope it meant more than a hug? He doesn't know- things used to be so much easier between them, he hates having to second guess himself.
Eventually, he settles for putting a hand on Fern's shoulder, not quite the hug he'd like to offer, but... something.]
I really am sorry. About... everything. You wanna come watch me build a robot?