[ for a second, he almost expects to hear a dreadful answer about how angry she might still be. he blinks when she says something entirely different before nodding.
following that, he doesn't have the nerves to ask again. his gaze strays to a patch of red flowers. ]
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following that, he doesn't have the nerves to ask again. his gaze strays to a patch of red flowers. ]
They're the same.
Do you like flowers?