[ He looks up at Gansey from where he's sprawled, a frown crossing over his face before he slides off the edge of his bed and steps over to where the plant is. His hand reaches out to touch the already blackened edges.
He still feels like throwing it out. ]
My mood? [ He's seen dead flowers all week - when he got lost at the swear-in and the flower arrangements started to die, when he messed up at work and a rubber plant gave up the ghost, the patch of weird looking daisies he found this morning after a nightmare.
It's him. ]
Never let me near a botanical garden. [ He's trying to make it a joke, smiling in a way that doesn't fit his face. ]
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He still feels like throwing it out. ]
My mood? [ He's seen dead flowers all week - when he got lost at the swear-in and the flower arrangements started to die, when he messed up at work and a rubber plant gave up the ghost, the patch of weird looking daisies he found this morning after a nightmare.
It's him. ]
Never let me near a botanical garden. [ He's trying to make it a joke, smiling in a way that doesn't fit his face. ]