It was simple. Small, and almost fragile. The perfect representation of the life the two of them had somehow created around each other. Leonard pulled the flower to himself, and let his fingers trace the petals, before easily tearing one of with a quick jerk. He crushed the small petal between his fingers, and tried not to think about how easily Chapel's own life could be destroyed with one quick snap. He placed the flower carefully in his draw to wilt, even though, he knew, he'd find some place to press the flower between books when he felt the need.

{Leonard's eyes glanced towards the morgue before letting out a soft grunt of acquiescence} Try tellin' him that. It's like tryin' to teach a feral cat how to use a goddamn litter box.

She deserves plenty more'n that.

Greetings.....

I don't really zike this woman wery much yet, zhe zeems to be a bit rude, zhe called me a matryoshka doll! I vill try to awoid her vhere I can.