[ That sentiment he can understand, especially with the way Shouto seems to hesitate a little or become shy, and it prompts him to kiss his cheek again, more gently this time. It's okay, I won't push. ]

She liked flowers, right? [ He remembers from the nightmare. Flowers, blue ones -- they were the key and something in her room. That has to mean something. ]

Maybe we could find some like the kind she preferred and you could read them to the flowers. [ He strokes some of Shouto's hair back from his face gently, letting his fingers thread through the strands lovingly as he cuddles close once again. ] Plants like it when you talk to them. It makes them feel loved.

Wherever she is, she might feel your meaning too.