Tranquil Garden || Grey/Aidan
Grey had been trying. Really he had. He was just not a natural gardener, really. It was unfortunate, but true. The garden didn't seem to be doing well under his care, or not better at least. It wasn't getting worse, so he at least had it in stasis for now. Hopefully, Aidan could help. He didn't know the man well, but he liked him. Grey liked everyone. It was just what he did, it seemed sometimes.
He wandered almost aimlessly to the room he had been told was Aidan's and knocked a few times before leaning back on the wall and humming softly, looking over one of the unexplored bits and bobs in his pockets. He had a constant supply of god knows what on him to keep himself occupied, just things to look at if he had to be still for any amount of time, he needed something to do with his hands.