It had been much too long, in Opium's opinion, since he last saw his only-slightly-younger brother and with winter coming fast, he wanted one more chance to burrow down into the dirt before it was too late, too cold, too hard to slip into the Organic and get lost for however long it wanted to embrace them in return. And he enjoyed the warmth of the other Drug just as much.
He'd said he would bring flowers, and he did - a bunch of vibrant red poppies that hadn't been harvested with the others before next season's were planted. He didn't have his cane with him this time and he was dressed well enough to be seen the most polite company. Nonetheless, he didn't feel the slightest hint of awkwardness walking into the Nook, even if he in no way looked like he belonged there. His gaze landed on Trace and he smiled, holding up the flowers with a raise of his eyebrows as he made his way over.