Octavian was silent as the other touched his antlers, he couldn't tell exactly where he was touching but was curious of what he thought of them. He didn't mind how long the other would touch them, but when he finally stopped it seemed like it lasted only a few moments. "Uh, antlers, they never fall off thankfully," He couldn't help but laugh at that. He couldn't imagine what he'd look like without his antlers sticking out from the side of his head. He'd probably feel naked.<br/><br/>"I suppose it was the deal, so I will take your beautiful watch," He smiled, letting it rest in his palm. "I don't want something better, I want what you get me. I think it's wonderful... you thought about me when you picked it out, you even went through the trouble to bring it to me," He didn't know why Byron was so hung up on that, as if the watch wasn't good enough for him. He felt he wasn't good enough for the watch!<br/><br/>"W-Well... I would really like flowers," Octavian spoke with a trembling tone, it wasn't a shiny object but it was something he had always wanted. Any kind of flower would do that came from inside of the walls, most wildflowers were gone, dead, or so rare it wasn't worth even searching for. The boy was a florist and his advantage over others was he lived so close to the walls that he could get the more uncommon flowers that others in larger settlements couldn't. And if Byron decided to help him a bit he could make so much more money and be more well known. It was a simple job, but he loved it.<br/><br/>"I'm a florist and many of the flowers have died off, but they thrive inside of the walls... Any kind of flower, just one flower would be amazing." Octavian's parents were florists like him, they left him the house, the land, the remaining breeds of flowers they had been able to find. His eyes then went down to the watch, it's smooth metal shining with the moons dull silver rays. Delicate fingers grazed the chilled metal with a widening smile, it was beautiful, and he knew a man who could restore it back to what it once was. He would always know the time thanks to Byron.<br/><br/>"And the watch, I can get it fixed. I know a handyman where I live, he's not fond of my adventures but he fixes what I find if I ask nice enough," He clasped both hands around the watch and held it to his chest. He was happy, happier than he had been in a long time thanks to one human. With just a sudden burst of energy, the boy hugged Byron tightly, his heart rapidly thumping in his chest as he rested his cheek on his chest. His arms thankfully landed between the lashes so that it wouldn't hurt. "Thank you... even if you don't come back, even if you don't bring anything with you. You made me happy and hopeful..." His voice was a bit muffled as he gave a soft squeeze.