[It's a beautiful bouquet, but more than that the sentiment is
it makes his chest constrict and he gently takes the flowers, skimming his fingers across the petals in quiet awe. It's got clear thought put into it, and it's obviously for him and him alone; he's going to regret keeping them in his house with how his allergies are, but while he's still in the clear he buries his nose into the flower, smile hidden by the colorful bouquet. The feelings really do come out.]
... Thank you, Miss Liz. [Sincerely.] You're right, it would've been a bad idea to put together a bouquet with the sort of feelings I had. Even before I knew the meaning intended, I felt you'd done it with care.
[And that she was thinking of the best way to assure him, to put him at ease. It's nice.]
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it makes his chest constrict and he gently takes the flowers, skimming his fingers across the petals in quiet awe. It's got clear thought put into it, and it's obviously for him and him alone; he's going to regret keeping them in his house with how his allergies are, but while he's still in the clear he buries his nose into the flower, smile hidden by the colorful bouquet. The feelings really do come out.]
... Thank you, Miss Liz. [Sincerely.] You're right, it would've been a bad idea to put together a bouquet with the sort of feelings I had. Even before I knew the meaning intended, I felt you'd done it with care.
[And that she was thinking of the best way to assure him, to put him at ease. It's nice.]