I killed your flowers. My chest deflates with an odd sense of relief. He really is dramatic, but I’ll play into it. Ryan! I tried! I really tried to keep them alive, but I think I watered them too much and drowned them. Then when I went down to the flower stand today to buy the same ones in hopes you wouldn’t notice, they didn’t have them. So I bought you some called Black-eyed Susan? Which is the weirdest fucking thing to call a flower.
