"I do." Soft and sweet and honest. "It's nice to have our friends around, don't you think? It's lonely without them."

Nice. Such a bland word, and yet so revealing of what was perhaps going on in his head, that last January and even before. His hand is still on Ren's, and he squeezes it again. "But I don't mind it being just the two of us, either. I just wish you were feeling better."

His eye falls on the little flower again, and he offers it an unfocused smile. It's so pretty. So alive.