[The touch makes him swallow a breath for a moment. Balthus is just as capable of affection as he is capable of throwing himself blindly into a brawl. One moment foolhardy and another he's considerate.]

...I would also not ask you to stop loving those that you do. You would not have stopped by the greenhouse otherwise.

[Slowly, he turns his head. It takes a bit of effort, but he leans his cheek into Balthus' hand.]

I know you do not care for gardening, but... if there comes a day that I can help my country, then please. Let me show you Duscur flowers. That is something I want to hope for.