[That's surprising, too. It struck him at first as a one-off gesture, something Joseph did on the spur of the moment without any thought whatsoever. But now it seems like something Joseph's decided to do regularly, another tradition to add to their schedule, to all the things they do with and for each other all the time.]
[He doesn't know what to make of that, not at all. So he tries not to think about it, for the most part, crossing into the kitchen and trusting that Joseph will follow him, because . . . Joseph always does, doesn't he.]
[He digs out the best approximation of a vase he can find — a particularly tall glass, found somewhere he doesn't remember anymore, a rummage maybe — and fills it with water. Thinks about clipping the stems and doesn't in the end, because in a way he doesn't want to focus on the flowers. (In a way he does, very much, to press his nose against the petals and remember his table at home, always with flowers; but in a way he'd rather think of anything else.)]
[So he turns, leans back against the counter, sets the quote-unquote vase aside, and quirks a small grin at Joseph.]
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[That's surprising, too. It struck him at first as a one-off gesture, something Joseph did on the spur of the moment without any thought whatsoever. But now it seems like something Joseph's decided to do regularly, another tradition to add to their schedule, to all the things they do with and for each other all the time.]
[He doesn't know what to make of that, not at all. So he tries not to think about it, for the most part, crossing into the kitchen and trusting that Joseph will follow him, because . . . Joseph always does, doesn't he.]
[He digs out the best approximation of a vase he can find — a particularly tall glass, found somewhere he doesn't remember anymore, a rummage maybe — and fills it with water. Thinks about clipping the stems and doesn't in the end, because in a way he doesn't want to focus on the flowers. (In a way he does, very much, to press his nose against the petals and remember his table at home, always with flowers; but in a way he'd rather think of anything else.)]
[So he turns, leans back against the counter, sets the quote-unquote vase aside, and quirks a small grin at Joseph.]
You didn't think I deserved all of them at once?