...
Polly shifts her attention to her.

"Sorry, i don't think we've properly met. I'm Polly.
Are you a new friend of him?"

Basil vacantly stares at some point far away from the house.

...when they're done.

"Are you feeling well, Basil?"
After a pause, Basil nods.

...

Even she can tell he's lying. He's keeping her in the dark, like with Natsuki.
"If there's anything i can do to help, please let me know, okay?"
Basil: "hmm-hmm..."

Polly puts up her best smile for him.
...

...
Polly hastily cleans him back up, looking as good as he probably can be.

"...I see." Her tone has a great sense of concern to it.
"So sorry to hear that, Basil. We'll get you a new plant, don't worry. Please, relax... count to ten..."
Basil follows suit, and looks a little clearer..

...
"Wait, i-i-i mean-"
Polly: "Sorry for the holdup! Let me patch things up."
Polly diligently cleans up the dirt with a cloth, combing out the gunk out of his hair and wipes the dust off his clothes.

"So what happened, Basil. It's okay if you don't want to talk about it... Just relax first, ok?"

...
He doesn't want to be another burden for someone. Not again... It's all he's been for his entire life.

He resumes eye contact.
"I'm... please, I'm not worth it, Natsuki...."
He blurts out an intrusive thought. It's better to push her away now than be disappointed later, right?
Wait...

...
He sits gently on the sofa, gazing to the side of the floor.

She can only imagine this isn't the first time something like this happened.
He's just so tired of it all.

...
"You two can sit on the couch. Please, I'll be with you two in the moment..."

She hurries off to the hallway, leaving the two alone for the moment.
Basil puts the plant on a nearby closet, where it instantly falls apart.
He sighs, making his way to the sofa.
He looks utterly miserable...

...
It's only a matter of time.

The door slowly creaks open, revealing Polly.
"Oh my goodness! Basil! Please, come in... Are you okay? I'll get the first-aid kit and a wet cloth..."
She's stopped in her tracks by the other person at the door.

"Is this a friend of yours, Basil?"
He nods...

...
He nods to her question, finally ringing the doorbell.
The shadow swiftly darts from the kitchen to the door.

"Y-you're not, don't worry..."

He hopes she'll not freak out to her pink hair, matching that of the delinquent that gave them so much trouble.

He waits patiently.

...

"I do have g-glue... at home.

I j-just break stuff a lot... I'm c-clumsy...."
He says with another sigh, holding the mess of shards and flowers in his hand. It's a miracle he didn't cut himself yet.

It's a tall order to get that mess fixed, but maybe... he can just do it?
...

...

Thankfully for him, his home is now in view.
"M-my home... t-there..."
It's unsurprisingly surrounded by plants and flowers of all kinds. A shadow is visible through the window. Could that be his mom...?
"L-let's go."
He looks like an absolute nervous wreck right now.

...
"Yes, yes, b-b-b-but we need glue to st-stick the p-p-pieces together..."
His walking pace turns into a hurried walk. He doesn't feel calm at all. Her prodding into him makes him feel anxious, holding onto the broken pot for dear life.

"You-you don't h-have an-any, d-do you?"

....

...
Of Faraway Town. He sluggishly makes his way alongside her, trailing a bit behind as if expecting her to take the lead.

He really looks pale, but regardless.... he appreciates that she's here to support him.

...
"A-appreciate the offer, Na-natsuki... bu-but it needs glu-e..."
His mind can barely stammer out.
He's barely holding on by a tightrope. Anything sudden, and he'll fly in a panic attack.

"Let's go home... thank you..."

He joins her side, wandering towards his home through the cozy streets...

...
"Ah! I'll try, Natsuki... I'll go slowly... onwards to my house.
Hope nothing bad happens..."
His words are mumbled and slow, as if he's slipping into a trance.

He takes a sluggish walk towards his home, barely paying attention to anything while vacantly gazing ahead.