"Ah... the water has to be fresh." He closes his eyes, leaning back and resting his head against the couch. He remembers vases of warm water... making him feel woozy and gross, petals falling...
He gently clutches his chest as he talks, gazing at the ceiling.
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He gently clutches his chest as he talks, gazing at the ceiling.
"If its warm or dirty, it hurts."