miczariel:

“I wanted to. It’s nothing great.” Her hand tightened around his. She was suddenly concerned that it wasn’t very good; romance wasn’t her thing, even being thoughtful wasn’t something she was used to. But she had tried. “I just thought, you know—”

“Since when did we try and explain things, hm?” He had closed the distance between them and pecked her forehead. His other hand moved to pluck the flower from her grasp, and he nestled it in her hair, willing the stem to weave it into place.