[Everything is spinning around him and it's honestly hard to keep upright. It's still too hot and the air is thick with herbicide. Varian closes his eyes, trying to steady everything screaming and whirling in his mind.
He doesn't respond to Fern, but he does as he's told. He remains where he is, leaning on a wall, broken metal pipe acting as a poor-mans staff, trying to keep himself upright, looking pale and gaunt. He just needs a minute. It'll be fine. ]
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He doesn't respond to Fern, but he does as he's told. He remains where he is, leaning on a wall, broken metal pipe acting as a poor-mans staff, trying to keep himself upright, looking pale and gaunt. He just needs a minute. It'll be fine. ]