[ Hyunki blushes at the words, pleased by them. He hopes they're true - he wants them to be true. They make his heart feel warm, and he scoots a little closer still, the two of them in the middle of the hammock, comfortable.

Hyunki hums, nodding. ]

I helped them grow. But he brought most of it over. The hammock, too, and most of the blankets and all.

[ He brushes one of the daisies with a toe, smiling as he thinks back of how he felt when he walked in and the room was all greenery. ]

He carries death within him, but he also has a lot of life. He just doesn't get to show it so much.