[ Reynir glances over at Onni. He is speaking in such a careful way, like there is more to say but he isn't saying it. Reynir can't guess at what he's holding back. All he can do is be patient and try to coax it out, and hope for the best. By now he knows that communicating doesn't come easily to Onni. He doesn't mind, if it is a little extra work. It's well worth it in the end. ]

Considerate just sounds so... I don't know.

[ He wrinkles his nose, giving a little shake of his head, rejecting that particular word and suggesting: ]

That makes me sound all dutiful and mature, when really... the truth is it just makes me happy, when I can make things a little nicer for you.

[ Reynir presents this correction like it is an important one - and he believes it is. Onni shouldn't think for a moment that Reynir is just performing some obligation he has set for himself. It isn't like that to him.

He sets aside that repotted vine, draping it carefully. It is going to thrive, he thinks. He has a good feeling about that one.

Reynir raises his bright green eyes, meeting Onni's gaze and saying: ]

You don't mind, do you? I know... sometimes I try to help too much. I can get annoying. I know that.