Her unafraid, logical response does a lot to anchor his runaway fear, and he pays close attention as she talks. Not all the signs are familiar to him, but in context he understands.

Wren shakes his head no in agreement to that last bit with a flicker of a raised eyebrow. It definitely doesn't.

I love flowers, he says with a little bit of a smile. Somehow the pun is easier than saying too much. But a smart gardener doesn't choose rock to plant in.

He's been told enough times how selfish he is, ungrateful, afraid: he's pretty sure he doesn't qualify as anything nurturing. Though if anyone was the vine to break through sidewalk he suspects Hana is: she's determined. Much moreso than he is.