Come on, man, don't call me out on it. [ Peter says in a huff, aiming for playfulness, but his smile is weak and there's sorrow in his eyes. It hurt, it will always hurt to lose her, yet he is trying. Feeling shitty has become his usual. But that's his problem, and he tries not to make his friend feel that way. ]

You're right, it's...it's not the best word. [ Peter averts his eyes, looking down at their point of contact, but nods before Aleksander has finished. ] I appreciate it. If I ever need to talk to a friend, I'll come to you, I promise.

[ The reply is sincere, and Peter's chest hurts a bit less after saying the words. It's like whatever metaphorical thing has been squeezing his chest and suffocating him for so long has eased a little. Going back to talk about the flowers is a welcome change of subject, and the fins on Peter's head resume their usual upright position. ]

Oh, yes, absolutely. We can do flower crowns or collars! It would make carrying the flowers much easy. And you could also give them to other members of the crew and make sure they, too, bring them back to the station.

[ Wouldn't Alina look pretty with a flower frown made of yellow flowers? Peter needs to make one for Aleksander. Maybe a crown of white flowers, something that pops out against his dark colors. ]