Resting lazily against the lattice frame for the tomato vines, Newt twisted the flower stems together into a small crown. Thomas shifted in his lap as the sun moved in the sky, sending a glare into his dark eyes. Newt began to hum absently while his lover watched his nimble fingers work deftly on his newest creation.
"What's with your fascination with making these all the time?" Thomas asked after a while.
"Hmm?" Newt hummed, his eyebrows furrowing together. Thomas looped a finger around the closest flower, intently studying the pattern on the petals.
"You make three of four of these every day. How come?" Thomas asked again. Newt tied off the last flower before dropping it over the back of the greenie's head.
"Because we need a little beauty in this little world of ours. It's a lot of hard work and fear so I make these to add in a little bit of something pleasant into what small pleasures we do have. Plus, everyone looks good with a flower crown," Newt responded. Thomas touched the crown, carefully threading it in with his hair.
"Why do you never make one for yourself?" Thomas questioned. Newt bit back the sigh that he wanted to let out but smile weakly down at Thomas instead. "I'm sorry about the 20 questions about everything. Forget that I asked."
"Its fine, Tommy. I make them for the princes, so to speak. You've already become a leader and prince of sorts and I'm just a kid with a limp. Not much I can do other than make these and garden," Newt explained. Thomas shot up out his position in the blonde's lap, his face screwed up in a mix of confusion and disbelief. Taking the flowers out of his hair, Thomas' draped them lovingly on top of his partner's head.
"Then I make you a prince, my love. How about you be my prince?" Thomas declared. Newt swatted at Thomas chest but beamed anyway at the warm feelings that spread through his chest at the gesture. Thomas kissed him on the cheek before laying his head back on Newt's thigh. Maybe the greenie could be of some use after all.