"They're certainly gorgeous." Adamska's gaze fell on the small vase of flowers that you'd gifted him. This had to be nearly double digits at this point. You seemed to have a far easier time simply giving him a jacket or a hat that he'd expressed interest in rather than sitting down and saying you loved him. He wasn't entirely opposed to the idea but sometimes he'd prefer to simply be given a kiss on the cheek. Though the small twinkle in your eyes when he expressed his appreciation for whatever trinket you'd given him seemed to be more than enough motivation to make compromises. You certainly had the cash for an almost endless flow of gifts but it definitely made him uncomfortable at points. He felt like he was taking advantage of you for sure, but you had refused to stop despite the many times he'd told you to.

"You'll have to let me give you a bouquet of your own someday." He moved to stand behind you and cautiously snaked his arms around your waist despite the stiffness that seemed to quickly overtake your muscles at the touch. "Get some to match your gorgeous eyes."