[ He unfolds his arms, there, as if maybe her warning demands reconfiguration. Elbow to counter, hands clasped. A listening pose.
Her staring at the tulip meant, also, that he's pretty sure it was a mistake, one he is immediately internally defensive about. It's just a flower, not even a great flower, and only one flower. Don't overthink it.
But verbalising that all sounds more crazy than he feels like in this moment. ]
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[ He unfolds his arms, there, as if maybe her warning demands reconfiguration. Elbow to counter, hands clasped. A listening pose.
Her staring at the tulip meant, also, that he's pretty sure it was a mistake, one he is immediately internally defensive about. It's just a flower, not even a great flower, and only one flower. Don't overthink it.
But verbalising that all sounds more crazy than he feels like in this moment. ]
Okay, go ahead.