"Are you really happy with this?"

Flower Pot jolts up from half-sleep, staring at - but not into - the space before him, watching as it shifts.

That voice - his own, but distorted - continues. "You might never come back. Is that OK?"

Flower Pot averts his eyes, only to find that the stars he chooses to glance at are rapidly dimming. Finally, he speaks.

He can barely hear the reply over the pain of his body being stretched into a sharp six-pointed shape; suddenly, that grip on him snaps, and he is crushed, falling an infinite distance.

It's only when he hits the floor of his bedroom that he comes back to reality, gazing wide-eyed at the cheap rug below him. He sheepishly scoops the spilled dirt back into himself, fumbling around in an attempt to find it all without turning on any lights. The moonlight through the window grants him just enough visibility to do so, thankfully.

He stands up, petting his companion - the sprout atop his head - in some attempt to comfort it. Flower Pot's eyes wander to the door, then to the dim red light shining from outside.. Whether it's curiosity or a desire to not go back to sleep driving him, he doesn't know, but he chooses to step outside.

Stumbling out into the lobby of the official FWiP dorms, he looks up to see Red Sun on the couch, reading a book Flower Pot doesn't recognize. Red Sun looks up and waves with one of xyr carats, inviting him over.

"What are you doing awake at this hour?" Red Sun rests the book on the cushion next to xem, trying to appear friendly.

"I, uh.." Flower Pot thinks for a moment, trying to come up with something convincing. He's much too exhausted to do so. "I just can't sleep," he replies.

Red Sun hums for a moment, xyr carats lowering from their usual resting place above and around xem. Xe pat the seat next to xem. "Come join me."

Flower Pot hesitates. He doesn't have anything better to do, and it's much too early for sabotage, so.. He complies, sitting down next to Red Sun.

"I do not mind company," xe states, picking up xyr book again. "You can stay as long as you need."

He internally shrugs, leaning back and resting his eyes. He opens them again, looking over to Red Sun. Even though the two of them aren't close - Flower Pot is sitting a respectful distance away - sitting near Red Sun is generating enough heat to make him feel nice and toasty.. Xyr soft, red glow reminds him of a fireplace.

Flower Pot closes his eyes again, on the verge of digging up old memories of past winters.. Or maybe just on the verge of sleep. He's much too tired to tell.

"Good night," he mutters to nobody in particular, drifting into sleep.