[Varian's definitely up. While he's been sleeping better (read: at all) since the worst of his corruption, until Fern comes back, he's not going to be able to rest properly. The empty space on the bed next to him might as well be a chasm into the abyss. It does not give for easy rest.
The pot with the crystalised strands of grass which make up Fern is sitting on the windowsill, trying to get whatever scant sunlight they can. Looking at them makes Varian's heart hurt. He glances up at the unknown voice, brow furrowed.]
...Yeah? Um- come on i- [and then he sees the face, and confusion crosses his own features] ...Dipper?
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The pot with the crystalised strands of grass which make up Fern is sitting on the windowsill, trying to get whatever scant sunlight they can. Looking at them makes Varian's heart hurt. He glances up at the unknown voice, brow furrowed.]
...Yeah? Um- come on i- [and then he sees the face, and confusion crosses his own features] ...Dipper?