[ Amos is thinking: Gray will have one of her flowers with her while waiting for the ghosts to go away for another season. Nevermind the earlier hostility; who would do that to Gray twice? And nevermind what may come in the future, because what would Gray have to do with that? She should always be welcome here; he just can't fight off ghosts is the only problem.

He looks over at her with a strong degree of fondness as she starts to list off all of these possibilities— takes out pen and paper to write it down so he won't forget. Amos is silent as she does, so he doesn't interrupt her concentration; if she ever looks back up at him, she'll find him smiling warmly while alternating his gaze between her and the plants around them.

And when he thinks it's safe to speak again, ] I'll use all of 'em. Figured it's about time I learn how to properly cook, anyway. It'll taste better knowing where everything came from.

[ By which he means both from a friend and fuck, I love natural food.

He takes a moment to reach back for her flowers, letting his fingertips graze, then rest steady on one of their petals. ]

Maybe I could take one back with me too. Then we'd both have one at our places at the same time.

[ Like a different kind of friendship symbol from the plant they'd planted together back in Springstar all that time ago. ]