[ He stops by the greenhouse hoping to find her. A message on the network might have done the same, but he prefers communicating in person than over the devices. He still hasn't quite gotten used to the way of speaking to a person who is at a distance. Who isn't truly there.
He ventures tentatively inside, and again he is struck by awe at the plants. He has gotten used to it, more and more, but the green is still a shock to the system. The vitality of it.
When he touches, he does so gently, his fingertip skimming over the edge of a leaf. ]
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He ventures tentatively inside, and again he is struck by awe at the plants. He has gotten used to it, more and more, but the green is still a shock to the system. The vitality of it.
When he touches, he does so gently, his fingertip skimming over the edge of a leaf. ]