“OK.” He said a little confused but he went with it anyway. Thinking back to his time when he was watering them. His mind hadn’t been cluttered, it been clear and he had been admiring the plant life around him. When he sat with her he’d fallen into a level of frustration and bitterness again. He didn’t understand it all but he was curious. What if he slipped back into that calming place again?<br/><br/>He closed his eyes a moment and concentrated. It probably looked strange but he didn’t care. He was testing out a theory and if she was right it would be nice to know. What if plants could feel the emotions and thoughts of another? The thought intrigued him. Clearing his mind he thought of the plants, what they smelled like, how beautiful they were in that room. His eyes were open again and he was looking at the plant she was holding a little differently. Admiring it for what it was, a beautiful flower.