flowers are liars.

Amongst all beautiful greenery Lawrence had surrounded himself with, it all eventually rotted, like the consumables in his refridgerator. Beautiful flora wilting away into a musky tone and crumpled up state. It frustrated the blonde, even with his tender care it all seemed to die in his presence. Flowers do not give life. They are liars.

He's held you captive before, yet couldnt pull himself together enough to cause you harm. You still decided to tend to him whenever he was distressed, which piqued his confusion, and curiosity further. He'd never been a social butterfly, so it rather discomforted him speaking with you. Although you rarely ever did expect him to talk. You simply tended to him and his plants, gently basking out the soil in his potted plants. Lawrence watched closely, tugging at his sleeves and picking at his skin.

"Th..Than..ks.." He murmurrs out.