[Varian is decidedly less affectionate. Quirin was never the most tactile of fathers and after his own fall to darkness, Varian was even less inclined to offer physical comfort than he was before. It's not his forte at all.
He watches Fern in confusion, righting himself, listening to what he has to say. He recognises the book- it was among Fern's possessions when he died- it remained in Varian's home for a week, waiting for its owner to return for it. He assumed it was just a book- he never looked any closer than that, it felt wrong. Like an invasion of privacy after he'd already wronged his friend so much already. ]
...It's- the book's a portal? [Well. That's new. He stares at it a little closer.] ...Do you know how it works? It could get us out of here.
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He watches Fern in confusion, righting himself, listening to what he has to say. He recognises the book- it was among Fern's possessions when he died- it remained in Varian's home for a week, waiting for its owner to return for it. He assumed it was just a book- he never looked any closer than that, it felt wrong. Like an invasion of privacy after he'd already wronged his friend so much already. ]
...It's- the book's a portal? [Well. That's new. He stares at it a little closer.] ...Do you know how it works? It could get us out of here.