[you're his best friend!! I'll be referring to you in third person, alright?]

[They and Ambrose were walking around a dead cherry blossom. Basically it's fall, so the place is all dried, and the flowers are falling down. They look around, while he just does the same, but with a weird chaotic look, they know this stare, and are used to this.]

"Oh gosh i $LOVE^$ dead flowers SO MUCH!!! THEY'RE SO— CUTE AHH!"

[He said, well, nothing to say, Ambrose just being Ambrose]