With a nod, he moved a little closer; pulling her into a small hug. One he desperately needed. “I should try going to therapy again..”

“W-who else can help me?” He asked, looking as if he’d cry. The back rubs were comforting in the least. He appreciated the gesture.

“N-no.. I haven’t..” Flippy sobbed out. “I’ll reach out later..”

Glancing up at Bury, Flippy nodded. “A lot better.. thank you, sweetpea.” Sitting up, he brought his hands to his face and began to wipe away his tears. “Back to the flowercrown, now..”

He took the handkerchief and proceeded to then wipe his face. Afterwards, he handed it back over.

He offered her his army knife, not wanting her to prick her fingers. He had utilized it to the best of its ability for now anyhow. With that, he worked on contorting the stems and continued to combine them, making the flower crown slowly but surely..

Moving closer, he placed the flower crown atop her head with a smile.

“You’re always so pretty, Bury.” He shot a compliment her way, humming.

Flippy blushed in response. He returned the gesture, kissing her cheek.

“I love you.” He said to her, smiling more.

“We can get dessert in bit if you’d like.” He suggested, holding her close.

“I don’t mind, I think I have some ice cream in my freezer.”

“…Sigh.”

He took the cup, perking up somewhat. “Thank you.”

“My day was pretty regular.. how about yours?” He sipped some.

Flippy sneezed. “Is someone talking about me?”

He’s getting dragged along, looking a bit surprised. “Bury?” He questioned. Only upon glancing up towards the sky did he realize what she had been doing. “Oh.”

“You’re really thoughtful!” He smiled happily. “I appreciate that.”

“How about some honeydew tea?” He suggested. “Cake would go nice with that, too.”

“How about apple pie instead then? It’ll go well with the tea.” He suggested.