pops .
he’s having a hard time deciding between the flowers in front of him so he looks over at the other nearby. “lilies or daisies? i can’t choose.” they’re both beautiful but he knows it’s his wife who has a better sense of this kind of stuff.
it’s nice outside today, she doesn’t know if the serotonin from the sun is what’s boosting her mood or if she’s just starting to feel like herself again. mickey will question it later. “lilies...daisies are, cute if you’re giving them to your thirteen year old girlfriend at the eighth grade formal.”













