"I made them for you." Glitch smiled softly, offering his creation to Azkadellia. She took it carefully, gazing at the intricate and curious bouquet; flowers all made up of hardware and gadgetry, catching in the sunlight where the pieces weren't marred by rust and what she suspected was grease. "Do you like them?"

Azkadellia couldn't suppress a thin smile of her own, touching a copper spiral lightly. "They're lovely, Glitch." She cupped his cheek in her palm and softly kissed him. "Thank you."

"It's just, I know you get sad when the flowers in your room wilt, and these ones won't ever! They're always good as new and fresh and-" Her lips met his again and his toes curled in his shoes.

"You're so thoughtful…" Her thumb brushed his cheek gently.

"It's not so hard," he murmured. "thoughts for you."