"...What did you want to talk about again?" he muttered, his broad frame towering over the greenery as he meticulously watered his plants, not particularly paying attention to you.

You, however, were still handcuffed to the bed, courtesy of Lawrence— he liked having you there... All helpless. You wriggled the handcuffs, the metal clinking softly against the bed frame, hoping to catch his attention amidst the tranquil atmosphere of his botanical sanctuary. "Are you trying to escape?" His tone quickly escalated, a hint of irritation lacing his words as he glanced over his shoulder, his piercing gaze fixing on your form.

"...Oh." Upon noticing you simply wanted his attention, his demeanor softened slightly. With a resigned sigh, he set the watering can aside and crossed the room in measured strides. Sitting down on his bed next to you, he gently pulled your body close to his, the warmth of his presence enveloping you. With practiced ease, he unfastened the handcuff from your left arm, his touch firm yet strangely tender as he guided your hand to rest against his chest.

"Fine. We can talk... you really do seem like something's on your mind." His voice was low, a soothing rumble that resonated within the confines of the room, offering a momentary respite from the tension that lingered between you.