( he can't help but to sound just a little bit bewildered, because when it comes to the giving of gifts and things he'll never claim to be any good at him himself, and even if he's getting used to the idea of giving and receiving things from people he cares about, it. it just seems like meryl always has the most thoughtful ideas when it comes to giving things that mean something to the one she's giving it to.
it doesn't matter that she hadn't come to him on the day of the holiday she's referring to; he hadn't known about it when it was going on, what difference is it going to make that he finds out about it after the fact? ) I didn't even know of it when it was happening … you don't have to apologize. ( honestly, it's the thought that counts, always, and with her, of course there's never going to be any shortage of effort to get her point across that she cares.
it makes his chest tighten in the most delightful way, and he doesn't really think he'd be able to convey that in words even if he tried.
he peers down at the tray she holds, taking in all the little seedlings and his chest only tightens further when she mentions what he'd said previously about wanting to try his hand at gardening. it's one thing for her to have remembered at all, but another entirely to have gone to such lengths to present him with something like this. )
Meryl … ( he says, just a little bit breathless, just a little bit in awe. ) They're all so … they're perfect. ( he reads the labels one by one, mind already swirling with thoughts on what he could put together once everything has matured enough, and if he's perfectly honest with himself, he's just a little bit giddy at the thought of experimenting further.
he takes the tray from her just in case it might be a bit heavy, peering down at the blue flowers and indicating them with a tilt of his chin. ) What are those? ( about not questioning the flowers.
excellent
it doesn't matter that she hadn't come to him on the day of the holiday she's referring to; he hadn't known about it when it was going on, what difference is it going to make that he finds out about it after the fact? ) I didn't even know of it when it was happening … you don't have to apologize. ( honestly, it's the thought that counts, always, and with her, of course there's never going to be any shortage of effort to get her point across that she cares.
it makes his chest tighten in the most delightful way, and he doesn't really think he'd be able to convey that in words even if he tried.
he peers down at the tray she holds, taking in all the little seedlings and his chest only tightens further when she mentions what he'd said previously about wanting to try his hand at gardening. it's one thing for her to have remembered at all, but another entirely to have gone to such lengths to present him with something like this. )
Meryl … ( he says, just a little bit breathless, just a little bit in awe. ) They're all so … they're perfect. ( he reads the labels one by one, mind already swirling with thoughts on what he could put together once everything has matured enough, and if he's perfectly honest with himself, he's just a little bit giddy at the thought of experimenting further.
he takes the tray from her just in case it might be a bit heavy, peering down at the blue flowers and indicating them with a tilt of his chin. ) What are those? ( about not questioning the flowers.
whoopsiedoodle. )