Just because. :) Something for your feels. Muwahahaha. :)

Crane found Abbie in her basement again. He came home from the library to Chinese takeout on the counter with a note.

You know where I am. Enjoy lunch.

-Abbie

It was another Saturday. Nothing distracted them: no demons, no Pandora, no Witness duties. Therefore, Crane decided to catch up on some reading. He got out of bed early while he let Abbie sleep. Now, she painted the wall that forced him to stare at her back. She wore shorts, a t-shirt, and stood on her bare tip toes. Her opened container of food sat in the wooden chair with the blanket. He titled his head, gave her a small smile before going to stand beside her.

"What happened to not intruding?" she said, staring at her half-painted purple wall, her paint roller in hand.

He shrugged. "I couldn't help myself."

She chuckled and shook her head. "I got your text. How was the library?"

"Quite wonderful. I read a short story about a man and his potted daisy. He referred to his flower as 'her.'"

"Was it interesting?"

"Yes. Very much so."

"That doesn't sound like much of a story, but I'm glad you liked it."

She carried on with her painting while he spoke. "I did. He was very attentive to the divine daisy and put her by the window. He thought his daisy would find it more comfortable. It seemed so. She sprouted her leaves for him. The lovely daisy had an arched stem because she wanted to reach the sun, the most precious offering she could receive. He moved her closer to it, and the man saw her face glow once she obtained what she desired. That instant nearly brought tears to his eyes. To know that he could position the daisy in such a way that her wish was granted—there were no words."

Abbie painted a little slower. Then she stopped and turned toward him. "What did the daisy and the man do when she was completely in the sun?"

He let his hands hold her hips. "The daisy urged herself to capture as much of the sun as she could. The man was so joyful to preserve her there until she grew tired. When she was out of the sun, she was fully bloomed. The man was most delighted and humbled to have assisted in that occurrence."

She put her brush down. Her fingers hid in Crane's hair when he got on his knees.

"Can I make you fully bloomed, Abbie?" he said.

Her shorts and underwear fell to her ankles.