[Stanley gets the idea, more or less. It's tough to care what anyone thinks of the flowers. They're not for these people anyway, not really. They're for someone who won't even see them. It makes his breath hitch painfully in his chest. He understands that Nill is trying to make him feel better, not worse. So he gives her shoulder a soft squeeze, still not trusting his voice to work properly at the moment.]
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