Horror had a flush of red haze covered over his skull as his hands opened to offer a small but well kept array of roses. He had a wobbly smile on his face when holding up the “bouquet” to you, though you couldn’t help noticing the pricks of blood circled around the thorns stuck in his hands. When you placed your concern into his speckled injuries, he almost faltered with your sudden inquiry in his well being.

“Huh-? I-yes?”

Horror responded with a faint confused tone, blinking out of befuddlement before registering your question. He confessed to doing so with a small nod while his smile twitched into an embarrassed expression.

He had wanted to finally “pay you back” in a way from all you had done for him, coming up with the plan of giving you roses. However Horror hadn’t come to the realization he had to wear gloves, leaving the result of thorns stuck in his hands.

“F-farm…”

Horror muttered under his breath, his remark dwindling to a whisper as he watched you take his hands into your own tenderly. He didn’t exactly know how to react to your words, for he had inferred you would just accept the roses.