Well when he put it like that, the necklace almost made perfect sense. Gigi knew what he meant about flowers — they were pretty at the moment but inevitably they would die. Not that she'd ever say no to receiving them, she'd had plenty of flowers across her various hospital stays, but it was always sad when they started to droop and fade. Not to mention it was a reminder of time passing, watching them slowly die. She liked plants, had plenty of them (too many, probably, if someone asked Theo or Kit) and loved to take care of them, but they were alive rather than cut to be put on display.
“Diamonds are forever,” she agreed, bumping her shoulder against his arm. “So are teddy bears, so you made two good choices there. Not that you had to do anything,” she added, glancing up at him briefly before turning her attention back to where they were headed, gauging how close they were to the bus stop. It was what people did when someone was in the hospital, she knew that. There was a feeling of not being able to do anything, so gifts happened. Visits were difficult, hospitals weren't for everyone, so gifts happened. Never expected, but still nice. “But you did good.”
They weren't too far from her stop, and while she didn't need an escort she appreciated the company. It was extra appreciated after she'd wandered off course without realizing or knowing why. “I've never escaped, even when I've really wanted to. I’m mostly used to it by now. It's always better here on the outside, but when things are going wrong…” She waved her hands in front of her torso, as if to indicate said things. “Better to let the pros deal with it. That's what's kept me going so far!”
She turned on her heels when they reached the bus stop, offering him a grin. “I want to hear about your hospital escape sometime, for sure. Let me live vicariously through your adventure!” Her grin faded to more of a genuine smile as she looked up at him. “And thanks, for making sure I got here okay.”
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