[for a moment, it's as if Oz can't bring himself to actually follow through with his own words, even though he really meant them, truly. he can't imagine anything he couldn't talk to with morgan...]

[he looks down at her hand, then entwines his fingers with hers.]

I know. [then it becomes something he can't ignore any longer. ah, he thinks, now i understand. the pain his chest was heartache, the lump in his throat was sadness, and he was feeling this way even though they won because that meant...]

[the end, didn't it?]

I'm sorry, Morgan. For leaving you alone to think about it all on your own. [he squeezes her hand, softly. that's why he hadn't seen morgan celebrating with the others, wasn't it? ...after a moment, he speaks up again, a bit quickly. he doesn't want to change the subject, really, but a part of him does. he just wants to sit here and hold Morgan's hand. and look at her smile once more.]

...Did you know that flowers have all sorts of meanings? I wasn't sure if it was the same for you, but... back home, we have something called the language of flowers. I asked miss Yuuki to make the chrysanthemum for me, because I wanted to give that specific flower to you.