[He must be a bright spot in a dark time, he thinks, Briar's demeanor making this clearer and clearer to him. No wonder this is a precious memory. Since this young man isn't in her life any longer, he assumes that this is all she has: memories.]

I'm... not actually very knowledgable about flowers. A crepe myrtle? [Lol.] I guess that's not a flower though, is it?

[He chuckles, catching glance of Amelia's disappearing form in the window at a distance, but opts to say nothing on that matter. Instead, he continues.]

Do you mind if I ask you a strange question?