No rant today. Enjoy the drabble.
19. Chances
The reddish brown hair had brushed his own face as they tested the plants. Kneeling down, Lexaeus had come just close enough for that moment of physical contact to shock through the Nobody assisting him. Glancing down with a blush, he stood there, helping prune, trim, weed and dig, hoping that when the next opportunity to admit his thoughts came, he'd take it, instead of just standing back and letting it drift away.
The nineteenth. Eighty-one to go.
-Josiy x