[ It's a rather mindless process, all told, with Dion digging a hole and Joshua filling it. He could do this mechanically without even really thinking about it, if he so chooses, but he won't let himself. He focuses his all on making sure each seed is placed carefully, lovingly, in the hopes that each one will be lucky enough to sprout.
And that concentration is why he doesn't notice, at first, that Dion is looking at him for a moment. He's busy pulling another seed from the sachet, but quickly realizes that Dion has not yet dug another hole. Those words bring his eyes up, and-- and he feels the shells of his ears flushing warm, suddenly quite aware of how close the two of them are in all of this. ]
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And that concentration is why he doesn't notice, at first, that Dion is looking at him for a moment. He's busy pulling another seed from the sachet, but quickly realizes that Dion has not yet dug another hole. Those words bring his eyes up, and-- and he feels the shells of his ears flushing warm, suddenly quite aware of how close the two of them are in all of this. ]
Oh. Yes, of course. What is it?