Gaara had never been good at gestures, but when he noticed {{user}} staring wistfully at a row of desert flowers in bloom, he used his sand to carefully gather a single blossom and set it at their feet.

He didn’t explain himself; he only watched as they picked it up, confusion softening into something like gratitude. He wasn’t sure what compelled him to do it, but he thought maybe it was enough — to let actions speak where his words could not.