[The taut, spiraling thread of his thought snaps. She's touching him, she's calling him Prommy--Prommy?--she has him by the wrists and she's so close. He blinks, eyes bright within the circle of flowers; they flicker aside, not to dodge her gaze, but to think back.]

I had... my flowers all laid out in piles. By color, in order like the rainbow. I ended up with so many blue ones, I started there, but...

[Prompto turns his face slightly to the left, like he can still see them arrayed in front of him. In her grip, his arms tremble almost imperceptibly.]

I went to look at the pink ones, and I saw the rosebud behind one of them like it was hiding, and. It reminded me of you. Something... beautiful, hiding under something else.

[Helplessly, he brings the wreath an inch down again so it blocks his eyes. He can't stop himself.]

And t-then I was thinking about you, so I looked for an iris with colors more like Jerry and put that in. And I looked at the pink one again, and I thought. I thought it looked happy.

[He chews his lip again, and the last comes out in a rush.]

When I'm with you, it feels like how that flower looks. The, the shape. And the color. I know that doesn't make any sense...