"Red," Tracer said, standing up and smiling maybe too wide at the flowers - he couldn't associate his older brother with anything but red poppies, really, if he stopped to think about it.
There was a vase ready for them, on the table where he'd been sitting, and he took them and placed them into it before he turned back and hugged his brother to him. He could feel a change in him - noticed the cane was missing - and he wondered what else had changed, how far the changes went in all of them, now that things had started to shift and grow cold again.
He hugged him tightly, then smiled against his ear before he let him go. "You'll be covered in dirt, that way, a golem sinking down..." He was barefoot, in ripped jeans and a teeshirt that had seen better days, but he really wasn't aware of the contrast between the two of them.