He chuckles despite himself because he can imagine Squid-Dipper having a proper grouchy fit over such treatement.

"I'm pretty sure he'd have a different take on that."

Ah, but that comment kills the chuckle in his throat- his smile fading as he looks over at the little pot holding Fern in it. Stan's worded what he's been worried about since...well, since he found out Fern had died.

"I think that's what made me...snap," he admits quietly. "I didn't know if the resurrection process would work for him, he's- he's so different from the rest of us."

He curls his one leg up around him, hugging his arms around it and resting his chin on his knee- tone quiet, frightened.

"I still don't know if he'll come back...not really."