-They do, thankfully-
-She's not speaking, though-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?...
...
...
-She's lost interest in you and is staring at the wall just behind you-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-Doesn't resist the hug, but doesn't exactly welcome it, either-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-She looks back at him-
-Her mouth twitches-
-That might have been a smile-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?...Maybe carnations are dumb.
Zack used to show me pictures of the kinds of flowers that grew around Gongaga. Big colourful ones as big as your head, and vines with lots of small blossoms grouped together. I told him they reminded me of ropes of garlic, and he kinda laughed at me.
I think those are my favourite. But it might be hard to get them to grow somewhere colder.
-Pops his arm back into place with a sharp grunt-
Maybe you wouldn't want to grow flowers, though. Maybe you'd like herbs better, so you could bake with them. You'd have to ask Tifa about that.
-Her eyes are actually focusing on his, now-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-Is looking at her with a hint of desperation-
Tifa and I don't know much about flowers, but we stop by the church and her garden all the time to take care of it. It's quiet there, and it's a nice place to think and not feel alone.
I used to go there all the time, back when I had the 'stigma. It helped me feel less afraid. I still do sometimes, since I'm still afraid of a lot of things, but I don't need to as much now that they've cured the 'stigma.
Sitting alone in an old broken down church next to some flowers might sound like a pretty lousy way to cheer yourself up, but I liked to think it helps on the really bad days.
-She reaches up and puts her fingers through his hair, ruffling it slowly-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

-HAND STROKE-
...Can you hear me?