The urge to tell him he was being too nice was overwhelming, but she instead leaned against him where his arm was slung around her. Instead, she worried more about how she would explain the jumbled mess that was her thoughts. What had brought on wanting to see him right that moment?
"Everything feels so different, in like very big ways. I told Scarlett that I had been in love with her, and we finally," she paused a moment to find the right word, "saw each other, I think," she admitted. "It feels like things should be different everywhere." Her way of saying that she wondered if things would feel different between them too. Sure, he'd come down to the hospital while she'd been in there, but things had been strained, different. They weren't normal circumstances, and now, here standing among the beautiful flowers, she wondered if things would feel different with them.