When they got home, Twilight immediately went to the armchair she had been sitting in the night before. She sat down, curling up around Flowey like she had been.
“Flowey, are you sure you’re okay?” she asked, idly tracing the edge of his flower pot with the tip of her hoof. “You were distant earlier.”
“I’m fine, Twi.” Flowey paused, then pressed his cheek against her hoof to reassure her. “I promise, I really am fine. Aren’t you sleepy? You should get some rest. It’s been a long day.”
Twilight frowned at him, knowing he was probably lying. “Okay, fine,” she sighed. “Good night. Sweet dreams. I’ll see you in the morning, okay?”
“Okay,” Flowey said, nuzzling her hoof and using it as a pillow. “L… love you…” he whispered sheepishly, as if it was the first time he had ever told anyone something like that.
Twilight chuckled, a content smile on her lips. “Love you too, Flowey.” She rested her head on the side of the flower pot, allowing Flowey to lean against it and feel her soft mane.
As he buried himself in Twilight’s mane, Flowey just so happened to very naturally get a sniff. She smelled nice. It wasn’t a strong scent; as a matter of fact, it was very soft on his non-existent nostrils. A distinct vanilla smell, mixed with the much weaker, passive scent of… books. “Who’d have guessed Twilight, of all people, would smell like books?” he thought, smiling to himself.
Flowey was close enough to Twilight that he could easily hear her breathing. The mare had fallen asleep fairly quickly, which was to be expected after such an eventful day. Ah, and the day they had. Flowey used to have trouble picking favorite experiences, but now? It was easy for him to say that day was the most fun he had since he tricked Chara into smiling for no reason using a stupid camera lens cap, and that had been many years ago.
He glanced at Twilight’s face. Her eyes were closed, lashes barely touching her cheeks, the exact picture of content. A light smile was on her face, left over from the fun day she had. Her bangs, cut perfectly straight, rested just between her brow line and where the top of her eyes would be if they were open. He could still picture her amethyst eyes, sparkling with otherworldly kindness and never-ending hope.
Flowey sighed. He was already familiar with this feeling; he had felt it when Chara first fell and was new to everything. Back then, he learned to treat her as his sister and nothing more, because that made sense. He got over her before they died. But the overwhelming warmth, the unmistakable pleasure he used to feel when he was near Chara, was the same as what he felt in the present day for Twilight. It was love- it just had to be.
There was still a big problem for him, though. He had never confessed to Chara. To that day, she had probably assumed he loved her like a brother would, not a crush. Ever since they died, Flowey had been regretting his decision to not tell her. When she came back, he told himself he would talk to her, but he never did. All this to say, he didn’t know what he was supposed to say to Twilight. He needed advice.
For now, he had time. Twilight would leave in the morning, but she was going to come back soon. He didn’t know why he trusted her on that, but something about her voice and the look she gave him when she said it just… convinced him. There was no point trying to reason with his emotions, so he took it as another sign of his love. After Twilight left, he would have to find someone to talk with. Someone he could trust, someone who actually knew what he needed. He needed someone experienced in romancing a person like Twilight. Actually, it was easy to think of who to go to. He nodded, settling on a plan for the next day, then finally allowed himself to drift off to sleep.