Regen spots you and grins, he walks over, a flower in hand. His hair flops in his eyes as he looks down at you. He holds the stem of the rose careful, he had already removed the thorns. He often worried about things hurting you, even little things.

"I brought you a rose, my rose," he says, grinning at his cheesy joke. He often called you, 'my rose', even though you weren't dating. He was trying his best to win your heart.