[ There's a faint tilt of his head--and he realizes, embarrassed, that he's letting his thoughts wander, letting his feelings spill into words that he shouldn't be sharing. Aerith isn't really going to tease him about it later, he figures, but even so: it's uncomfortable, in a way, but something in him keeps propelling him forward to continue. ]
Things that are so pretty shouldn't have to endure so much, you know. They make people happy. They should...be protected from loss, and uncertainty. As much as they can be.
[ Is he still talking about the flowers, even now? Frowning, slightly, he pats his hand to the dirt again, and clears his throat. ]
...Anyway. Grab me another bulb. I think we have room to plant one more here. Shouldn't be too crowded.
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[ There's a faint tilt of his head--and he realizes, embarrassed, that he's letting his thoughts wander, letting his feelings spill into words that he shouldn't be sharing. Aerith isn't really going to tease him about it later, he figures, but even so: it's uncomfortable, in a way, but something in him keeps propelling him forward to continue. ]
Things that are so pretty shouldn't have to endure so much, you know. They make people happy. They should...be protected from loss, and uncertainty. As much as they can be.
[ Is he still talking about the flowers, even now? Frowning, slightly, he pats his hand to the dirt again, and clears his throat. ]
...Anyway. Grab me another bulb. I think we have room to plant one more here. Shouldn't be too crowded.