[ he rests his cheek on his knuckles as he finds a nearby seat and drapes into it. they say all kinds of things about plants. sing to them, speak to them, they're living things too, aren't they? but the silent attentiveness she'd given them hadn't gone unnoticed.
true there are green, growing things on many of the planets he's been, but none that look like this (humanity has grown out of small things, so it's almost humbling to look between them all.) ]
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true there are green, growing things on many of the planets he's been, but none that look like this (humanity has grown out of small things, so it's almost humbling to look between them all.) ]
Necessity? A hobby? A bit of both?