[When the door opens, Fern takes an immediate step towards Varian. But his mind catches up with him and he's absolutely certain Varian would think he's gross for attempting a hug, so he freezes and instead awkwardly clenches his hands into fists and steps inside.
He clenches them tighter when that hand settles on his shoulder, tight enough to dig his nails into his palms, and glances downwards.]
... Yeah, okay.
[He'll curl up in a corner and let Varian work. That sounds unobtrusive.]
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He clenches them tighter when that hand settles on his shoulder, tight enough to dig his nails into his palms, and glances downwards.]
... Yeah, okay.
[He'll curl up in a corner and let Varian work. That sounds unobtrusive.]