[It's more of seeing Dextera happy, so it's not a problem at all. Guren is quiet as he watches him, something in his chest warmed by the sight. He has nothing helpful to add, he thinks, and so he just settles where he is, content to watch him like this.
They're beautiful flowers, and it's been a long time since he's bothered with looking at flowers himself, with the state of the world as it is, but there's no need for someone like him to reach out and touch them, or smell them, or anything cute like that.
He hums, instead, like he gets it, his hands resting back in his own lap.]
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They're beautiful flowers, and it's been a long time since he's bothered with looking at flowers himself, with the state of the world as it is, but there's no need for someone like him to reach out and touch them, or smell them, or anything cute like that.
He hums, instead, like he gets it, his hands resting back in his own lap.]