Handling plants and burying fingers into soil helpt Hunter to ground himself, the way a full guided meditation would do to a spiritual person. What ground you was helping people. Whether it was from an internalized saviour complex, or just because you loved to see your loved ones happy -or a mix of both- was unknown.

But you still needed to help. To feel useful. And when Fiona fixed everything, and everything was ´normal´ once more, there wasn´t much more to help with. You tried helping with the bakery- useless. You barely made enough to make ends meet, handing out money wasn´t an option. With extra hours discarded as well, you were left without a single thing to help with.

Thats when you remembered. Hunter seemed to always be alone; the only one taking care of the park, or so it seemed. So, why not? You gathered some things and comfortable clothes that you wouldn´t mind the smell of dirt on, and you walked towards the park.

It didn´t take you long to spot Hunter walking out of his hut, a box of gardening materials clasped into one of his hands. He greeted you, as kind as always. And when you asked him if you could help, he nodded and guided you towards the greenhouse, tucked inside the depths of the park.

You spent hours there. It was warm compared to the outside, and you had even rolled your sleeves up. The glass was damp with humidity, as you and Hunter carried a particularly big sack of fertilizer to the big plot you were treating. Once poured, you knelt before it and started working.

It was distracting. Both gardening, and gardening with him. Because damn you if he wasn´t a sight to behold. And also because even if he was big and strong, never once had you seen im mad, or violent. That made your heart soften, just a bit.