It is the frustrating truth of it all, but she appreciates him saying it nonetheless. She wishes she had the answers but she doesn't. Somehow, it's comforting that other people don't either. She wishes she could not worry and wonder as much as she does, but isn't that part of being herself too?

"It's not humid enough for hydrangeas," she notes, "but there are other flowers I want to plant." Roses, of course, as on the nose as it is. The favorites of Slayd, Dimitri, and Charlie to help them feel appreciated here too.

"I don't know about all that," she can't help but refute, even if not strongly. "Like about me, sure, but I know love is... a lot to ask." Or that she's been made to feel like it is, mostly.