[ Just the thought of throwing out Felih's painstakingly cultivated plants has him recoiling and bolting upright. ]
No! He cultivated them for my sake, to produce less pollen...
[ Maybe it's the wine, or maybe it's the memory of making love to Felih whilst surrounded by those very blooms, because he collapses back into his chair with tears running down his cheeks and sobbing he cannot quite muffle. ]
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No! He cultivated them for my sake, to produce less pollen...
[ Maybe it's the wine, or maybe it's the memory of making love to Felih whilst surrounded by those very blooms, because he collapses back into his chair with tears running down his cheeks and sobbing he cannot quite muffle. ]