[Thankfully, Fern hasn't gotten far enough to consider his own potential immortality. He's still processing the feeling of Varian's heartbeat, how in all his time here he's never had the chance to feel his own slow down when he's hanging out with friends, or speed up when he's dealing with the horrors of town. It's such a stupid little thing that everyone else probably takes for granted, but it's a stupid little thing he doesn't get to experience anymore. It isn't fair.
When Varian speaks up he drags his gaze away from his hand to look over, quiet. Hearing this is a little embarrassing, though thanks to the candle it doesn't reach his usual levels of self-loathing. And more importantly than that, it's touching. He's unique. He might not think the photosynthesizing thing is cool, but Varian does, and he agrees that the vine thing is alright.
It's hard to think of who he is as cool. But Varian does, and that means something important to him. He smiles a little.]
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When Varian speaks up he drags his gaze away from his hand to look over, quiet. Hearing this is a little embarrassing, though thanks to the candle it doesn't reach his usual levels of self-loathing. And more importantly than that, it's touching. He's unique. He might not think the photosynthesizing thing is cool, but Varian does, and he agrees that the vine thing is alright.
It's hard to think of who he is as cool. But Varian does, and that means something important to him. He smiles a little.]
Thanks, dude. You make being me not sound so bad.